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Eurydice the woods,
Mufic the fierceft grief can charm,
Mufic can soften pain to cafe,
Borne on the swelling notes our fouls afpire,
And Angels lean from heav'n to hear.
Hers lift the foul to heav'n.
This the divine Cecilia found,
And to her Maker's praise confin'd the found. 125
Tragedy of BRUTUS.
CHORUS of ATHENIANS.
E fhades, where facred truth is fought; Groves, where immortal Sages taught: Where heav'nly vifions Plato fir'd, And Epicurus lay inspir'd! In vain your guiltlefs laurels ftood Unfpotted long with human blood. War, horrid war, your thoughtful walks invadeɛ, And fteel now glitters in the Mufes fhades.
THESE two Chorus's were compofed to enrich a very poor Play; but they had the ufual effect of ill-adjusted Ornaments, only to make its meannefs the more confpicuous.
Altered from Shakespear by the Duke of Buckingham, at whofe defire thefe two Chorus's were compofed to fupply as many, wanting in his play. They were fet many years afterwards by the famous Bononcini, and performed at Buckinghamhoufe. P.
VER. 3. Where heavenly Vifions Plato fir'd, And Epicurus, lay infpir'd!] The propriety of thefe lines arifes from hence, that Brutus, one of the Heroes of this Play, was of the Old Aca demy; and Caffius, the other, was an Epicurean; but this had not been enough to juftify the Poet's choice, had not Plato's fyftem of Divinity, and Epicurus's fyftem of Morals, been the moft rational amongst the various fects of Greek Philofophy.
Oh heav'n-born fifters! fource of art!
Say, will ye bless the bleak Atlantic shore?
'Till fome new Tyrant lifts his purple hand,
When Athens finks by fates unjust,
VER. 12. Moral truth AND myftic fong.] He had expreffed himself better had he faid,
"Moral truth IN myftic fong!
In the Antiftrophe he turns from Philofophy to Mythology;
Ye Gods! what justice rules the ball!
In ev'ry age, in ev'ry state!
Still, when the luft of tyrant pow'r fucceeds,
CHORUS of Youths and Virgins.
H Tyrant Love! haft thou poffeft The prudent, learn'd, and virtuous breast? Wisdom and wit in vain reclaim, And Arts but foften us to feel thy flame. Love, foft intruder, enters here, But entring learns to be fincere. Marcus with blushes owns he loves, And Brutus tenderly reproves. Why, Virtue, doft thou blame defire, Which Nature has imprest?
Why, Nature, doft thou fooneft fire
Love's purer flames the Gods
VER. 9. Why Virtue, etc.] In allufion to that famous conceit of Guarini,
"Se il peccare è sì dolce, etc.