The Goddess gaz'd, in magic foftness bound;
Her filver bow falls useless to the ground!

Love laugh'd, and, fure of conqueft, wing'd a dart Unerring, to her undefended heart.

She feels in ev'ry vein the fatal fire,

And thus perfuades her virgins to retire :

AMPHITRION.

RECITATIVE.

AMPHITRION

MPHITRION and his bride, a godlike pair! He brave as Mars, and fhe as Venus fair ; On thrones of gold in purple triumph plac'd, With matchless splendour held the nuptial feast: Whilft the high roof with loud applaufes rung, Enraptur'd, thus, the happy hero fung:

A I R.

Was mighty Jove descending,
In all his wrath divine,
Enrag'd at my pretending

To call this charmer mine:
His fhafts of bolted thunder
With boldness I'd deride;

Not Heav'n itself can funder

The hearts that love has ty❜d.

RECI T.

The Thunderer heard,-he look'd with vengeance

down,

'Till beauty's glance difarm'd his awful frown.
The magic impulfe of Alcmena's eyes

Compell'd the conquer'd God to quit his skies;
He feign'd the husband's form, poffefs'd her charms,
And punish'd HIS prefumption in HER arms..

AIR.

He deferves fublimest pleasure,
Who reveals it not, when won:
Beauty's like the mifer's treasure ;
Boaft it-and the fool's undone!

Learn by this, unguarded lover,
When your fecret fighs prevail,
Not to let your tongue discover
Raptures that you should conceal.

AN ACREON.

ODE XIX.

IMITATED.

LD Earth, when in a tipling vein,
Drinks torrents of ambrofial rain,
Which the tall trees, by heat opprest,
Drink from her kind maternal breast:

Left angry Ocean fhould be dry,
The river Gods their stores fupply :
The Monarch of the glowing day
Drinks large potations from the fea :

And the pale Empress of the night
Drinks from his orb propitious light:
All-all things drink-abftemious fage!
Why should not we our thirst affuage?
I 3

NEW.

NEWCASTLE BEER.

I.

WHEN Fame brought the news of Great

Britain's fuccefs,

And told at Olympus each Gallic defeat; Glad Mars fent by Mercury orders express, To fummon the Deities all to a treat: Blithe Comus was plac'd

To guide the gay feast,

And freely declar'd there was choice of good cheer; Yet vow'd to his thinking,

For exquifite drinking,

Their Nectar was nothing to Newcastle Beer.

II.

The great God of war, to encourage the fun,
And humour the tafte of his whimsical gueft,
Sent a message that moment to Moor's * for a tun
Of Stingo, the ftouteft, the brightest, and best:
No Gods-they all swore,

Regal'd fo before,

With liquor fo lively, so potent, and clear:
And each deified fellow

Got jovially mellow,

In honour, brave boys, of our Newcastle Beer.

* Moor's, at the fign of the Sun, Newcastle.

Apollo

III.

Apollo perceiving his talents refine,

Repents he drank Helicon water fo long:
He bow'd, being afk'd by the mufical Nine,
And gave the gay board an extempore fong:
But ere he began,

He tofs'd off his cann:

There's nought like good liquor the fancy to clear':
Then fang with great merit,

The flavour and spirit,

His Godship had found in our Newcastle Beer.

IV.

'Twas Stingo like this made Alcides fo bold,

It brac'd up his nerves, and enliven'd his pow'rs; And his myftical club, that did wonders of old, Was nothing, my lads, but fuch liquor as ours. The horrible crew

That Hercules flew,

Were Poverty-Calumny-Trouble-and Fear:
Such a club would you borrow,

To drive away forrow,

Apply for a Jorum of Newcastle Beer.

V.

Ye youngsters, fo diffident, languid and pale,
Whom love, like the cholic, fo rudely infefts s;
Take a cordial of this, 'twill probatum prevail,
And drive the cur Cupid away from your breafts: