hiffing ferpents, followed by a band of Grecian ghofts, who de VENI CREATOR SPIRITUS, PARAPHRASED. CREATOR Spirit, by whose aid Plenteous of grace, defcend from high, Rich in thy fevenfold energy! Thou ftrength of his Almighty hand, 5 10 15 Whofe power does heaven and earth command. Who do'ft the gifts of tongues dispense, 20 Our frailties help, our vice controul, Chafe from our minds the infernal foe, 25 And peace, the fruit of love, bestow; 32 Make us eternal truths receive, Eternal Paraclete, to thee. 35 Ver. 39. Eternal Paraclete,] This is a moft elegant and beautiful little morfel, and one of his most correct compofitions. Its poetry and piety aid each other. Dr. J. WARTON. THE SECULAR MASQUE. Enter JANUS. JANUS. CHRONOS, Chronos, mend thy pace, An hundred times the rolling fun Behold, behold, the goal in fight, Spread thy fans, and wing thy flight. Enter CHRONOS, with a fcythe in his hand, and a globe on his back, which he fets down at his entrance. Let CHRONOS. Weary, weary of my weight, me, let me drop my freight, And leave the world behind. I could not bear, Another year, The load of human-kind. 10 Enter Momus laughing. » MOMUS. Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! well haft thou done To lay down thy pack, And lighten thy back, The world was a fool, e'er fince it begun, And fince neither Janus, nor Chronos, nor I, Can hinder the crimes, Or mend the bad times, "Tis better to laugh than to cry. 15 20 CHORUS OF ALL THREE. "Tis better to laugh than to cry. JANUS. Since Momus comes to laugh below, Old Time begin the show, That he may fee, in every scene, What changes in this age have been. CHRONOS. Then goddess of the filver bow begin. [Horns, or hunting-mufic within.] 25 |