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Thy Hand slew Tytbon; and the Dame who lost

Her num'rous Off-spring for a fatal Boast.

In Phkgias Doom thy just Revenge appears,

CondemnM to Furies and Eternal Fears;

He views his Food, wou'd taste, yet dares not try,

But dreads the mouldring Rock that trembles from

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Propitious hear our Pray'r, O Pow'r Divine! And on thy Hospitable Argos mine. Whether the Style of Titan please thee more* Whose Purple Rays th'Achæmenes adore; Or great Osyrisy who first taught the Swain In Fharian Fields to sow the Golden Grain; Or Mitray to whose Beams the Persian bows^ And pays in hollow Rocks his awful Vows, Mitray whose Head the Blaze of Light adorns, Who grasps the strugling Heifer's Lunar Horns.

The End of the first Book.

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FOUR SONGS

Written in 1683,

In order to be Sung as Chorus s between the ABs of a Play of Shakespear that was altered.

First Song after the End of the first Act.

Chorus of Free Citizens of Rome.

WHither is Ancient Virtue gone?
What is become of Justice now?
That Valour, which so bright has Ihone,
And with the Wings of Conquest flown,
Must to a haughty Master bow:

'Who "Who with our Toil, our Blood, and all we have be Tis hard so Brave a Man should fall so low;

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Gorges his ill-got Power, his Humour or his Pride.'

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He frankly does his Life expose:
So will a Lyon or a Bear.
What Comfort can that be to those,
Who more his vain Ambition fear?
How stupid Wretches we appear;

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Who round the World, for Wealth, and Empire,

And never, never think, what Slaves we are at

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Did Men, for this, together Join, j
Quitting the free wild Life of Nature?

What Beast but Man did e'er Combine For setting up his Fellow-Creature, -' And of two Mischiefs chuse the Greater?

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Oh, rather than be Slaves to false and worthless

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Givers ourWildness,and our Woods, our Huts,

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There secure from Lawless Sway,

Out of Pride, or Envy's way;

Living up to Nature's Rules,

Not deprav'd by Knaves and Fools, - '[Sheep;

Happily we all might live, and Harmless as our

Then at length as calmly dye, as Infants fall asleep.

Second Song after the second
ACT.

.The Genius of Rome.

|s O, to prevent this awful Empire's Doom,
J—' From Bright unknown Abodes of Bliss I
The Mighty Genius of Majestick Rome. [cpme'

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Her * Fate approaches! yet, I will ingage
Some few, the Master Souls of all this Age,
To do an Act of just Heroic Rage.

* the Fall of the Cmmson-wealth, when it was chang'd into Tyranny.

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But worse, to let so Great a People bow

To one themselves have rais'd, who scorns them

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Yet, oh, I grieve that Brutus mould be stain'd,
Whose Life, excepting this one Act, remain'd
So Pure, that future Times will think it feign'd.

But only He can make the Rest combine;
The very Life and Soul of their Design:
The Center, where those Mighty Spirits join.

Unthinking Men no fort of Scruples make;
And some are Bad, only for Mischiefs fake;
But ev'n the Best are Guilty by Mistake.

Thus, while they all for Publick Good intend
To bring a Tyrant to untimely End,
The over-zealous Brutus Stabs his FriencJ.

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