JUP. Shall then the fon of Saturn be undone, Confcious of ills that I have done, My fears to prudence shall advise, And guilt, that made me great, fhall make me wife. Peleus, take the maid divine : Jove confenting, she is thine; [Giving her to Peleus. PEL. Heaven had been loft, had I been Jove; There is no heaven like mutual love. JUP. to PROM. And thou, the stars interpreter, 'Tis juft I fet thee free, Who giv'st me liberty ; Arife, and be thyself a star. Who giv'ft me liberty. [The Vulture drops dead at the feet of Prometheus, his chains fall off, and he is borne up to heaven with Jupiter, to e loud flourish of all the mufic.] PEL. Fly, fly to my arms, to my arms, Goddefs of immortal charms! To my arms, to my arms, fly, fly, Goddefs of tranfporting joy! But to gaze On thy face, Thy gentle hand thus preffing, Whither, whither art thou flying? THET. You tremble, Peleus---So do I Immortal, and of race divine, My foul fhall take her flight with thine : Heaving breasts, and fwimming fight, My foul is ready for the flight. Whither, whither art thou flying? PEL. and THET. repeat together. O my foul, &c, CHORUS of all the Inftruments and Voices. Singing and Dancing. When the ftorm is blown over, Ilow bleft is the fwain, Who begins to difcover t When the ftorm, &c. Written under Mrs. HARE's Name upon a Drinking Glass. HE gods of wine, and wit, and love, prepare With chearful bowls to celebrate the fair; Love is enjoin'd to name his favourite toast, Written under the Dutchefs of BOLTON's Name upon a Drinking-Glafs. LOVE's keceneft darts are charming Bolton's care, Which the bright goddefs poifons with despair; The God of Wine the dire effect forefees, And fends the juice that gives the lover ease. A LATIN ALATIN INSCRIPTION on a MEDAL for LEWIS XIV. Roximus & fimilis regnas Ludovice tonanti, PRO Vim fummam, fumma cum pietate geris: ENGLISHED, and applied to the QUEEN. NEXT to the Thunderer let ANNA stand, In piety fupreme, as in command, Fam'd for victorious arms and generous aid, A MORNING HY MN. To Her Grace the Dutchefs of HAMILTON. AWAKE, bright Hamilton, arife, Goddess of Love, and of the Day, Awake, difclofe thy charming eyes, Phoebus in vain calls forth the blushing morn, He but creates the day, which you adorn. The lark, that wont with warbling throat Or fleeps, or elfe fufpends his note, When Hamilton appears, then dawns the day, Lovers, who watchful vigils keep, Wait for the rifing of the fair, To offer fongs and hymns of prayer, Even life and death and fate are there, Long fince 'twas noted down, Awake, bright Hamilton, arife, And fhew the fun a brighter ray : ΑΝ |