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POETRY.
But Spartan valour check'd his pride,
A flender band his hoft defyd :
Thermopvlie, (immortal name!)
Beheld the Perfian tyrani'^ fname. C^jorus ef all.
There the brave three hundred dy'd.
Faithful by their Prince's iide,
Th:-re they conqaer'd the' they dy'd,
Prieft of Hercules, Mr. Beard.
On earth below, in heav'n above,
Rever'd, victorious, fon of Jove !
Hear, Alcides hear our pray'r.
Thy godlike ofFspring claims thy care. Chorus.
Agis of thy race divine,
Try'd in labours liKe to thiae. Undaunted, like thee, with monliers he frrives ; The fierceft of Hydras in faftioa revives.
l( he falls a fa rifice,
Never more ftiall Sparta rife !
Ode in the Fifth Acl.
Mr. Garri k.
MOURN, ye fons of Sparta, mourn. Pour the fad lamenting drain. Wretched people ! land forlorn ! Mourn the beii of Princes llain.
Prieft of Jupiier, Mr. Champnefs. He fell not as the warrior falls, Whofe breart defends the narive walls; To trecfon Agis bow'd his head. And by his guilty fubjeds bled: Betray'd by thofe his mercy fpar'd ; Ingratitude was his reward.
Prieft of Hercules, I^r. Beard. Yet Agis triumph'd in his fall ; For Virtue triumphs over all; Great, fuperior to his fate. He only griev'd for Sparta's llate : "When Jove decrees a nation's doora'^ He calli their heroes to the tomb. Fearlefs they fall, immortal rife. And claim the freedom of the fkies.
Chorus. Agis Iriuaiph'd in his fail. Virtue triumphs over all ! Such a King fhall ne'er return. Our country and ourfelves we mourn.
D d 4 Chorus
