CHORU S.

Bacchus' bleffings are a treasure,
Drinking is the foldier's pleasure;
Rich the treasure,

Sweet the pleasure;

Sweet is pleasure after pain.

IV.

Sooth'd with the found the king grew vain;
Fought all his battles o'er again;

And thrice he routed all his foes; and thrice he flew the flain.

The mafter faw the madness rife;

His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes;
And while he heaven and earth defy'd,
Chang'd his hand, and check'd his pride.
He chofe a mournful mufe
Soft pity to infuse :

He fung Darius great and good,

By too fevere a fate,

Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen,
Fallen from his high eftate,

And weltring in his blood ;
Deserted, at his utmost need,
By those his former bounty fed :
On the bare earth expos'd he lies,
With not a friend to clofe his eyes.

With ravish'd ears

The monarch hears,

Affumes the god,
Affects to nod,

And seems to shake the spheres.

CHORU S.

With ravish'd ears

The monarch bears,

Affumes the god,

Affects to nod,

And feems to shake the spheres.

III.

The praife of Bacchus then, the sweet musician fung;
Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young:
The jolly god in triumph comes;
Sound the trumpets; beat the drums;
Flush'd with a purple grace

He fhews his honeft face:

Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes.

Bacchus, ever fair and young,

Drinking joys did first ordain ;
Bacchus's bleffings are a treasure,
Drinking is the foldier's pleasure:
Rich the treasure,

Sweet the pleasure,

Sweet is pleasure after pain.

CHORU S.

Bacchus' bleffings are a treasure,
Drinking is the foldier's pleasure ;
Rich the treasure,

Sweet the pleasure ;
Sweet is pleasure after pain.

IV.

Sooth'd with the found the king grew vain;
Fought all his battles o'er again;

And thrice he routed all his foes; and thrice he flew the flain.

The mafter faw the madness rife;
His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes;
And while he heaven and earth defy'd,
Chang'd his hand, and check'd his pride.
He chofe a mournful mufe
Soft pity to infuse :

He fung Darius great and good,

By too fevere a fate,
Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen,
Fallen from his high estate,

And weltring in his blood;
Deserted, at his utmost need,
By those his former bounty fed :
On the bare earth expos'd he lies,
With not a friend to clofe his eyes.

With ravish'd ears

The monarch hears,

Affumes the god,
Affects to nod,

And feems to shake the spheres.

CHORUS.

With ravish'd ears

The monarch bears,

Affumes the god,

Affects to nod,

And feems to shake the Spheres.

III.

The praise of Bacchus then, the sweet musician fung;
Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young:
The jolly god in triumph comes;

Sound the trumpets; beat the drums;
Flush'd with a purple grace

He fhews his honeft face:

Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes.

Bacchus, ever fair and young,

Drinking joys did first ordain;
Bacchus's bleffings are a treasure,
Drinking is the foldier's pleasure :
Rich the treasure,

Sweet the pleasure,

Sweet is pleasure after pain.

CHORU S.

Bacchus' bleffings are a treasure,
Drinking is the foldier's pleasure ;
Rich the treasure,

Sweet the pleasure;

Sweet is pleasure after pain.

IV.

Sooth'd with the found the king grew vain;
Fought all his battles o'er again;

And thrice he routed all his foes; and thrice he flew the flain.

The mafter faw the madness rife;

His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes;
And while he heaven and earth defy'd,
Chang'd his hand, and check'd his pride.
He chofe a mournful mufe

Soft pity to infuse :

He fung Darius great and good,

By too fevere a fate,

Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen,
Fallen from his high eftate,

And weltring in his blood;
Deserted, at his utmost need,
By those his former bounty fed :
On the bare earth expos'd he lies,
With not a friend to close his eyes.