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That thus art left here to enlarge,
And shield their piety!
And wish to be
Here the Revels.
After which, APOLLO went up to the King, and sung.
A sweetness would be new :
Our powers shall envy you.
The reverence of your peace,
Do by his father's lights his courses run.
Both foes and vices: and your young and tall
* Romulus augur fuit, et Numa, et reliqui reges Romani, sicut ante eos Turnus, Rhamnetes, et alii. Lacedæmonii suis regibus augurem assessorem dabant. Cilices, Lycii, Cares, Arabes, in summa veneratione habuerunt auguria.
9 And that the princely augur here.] It appears from p. 422, that Charles led the Dance, at the head of the Augurs.
1 Your young and tall nephews, his sons,] i. e. Nepotes, grandchildren. WHAL.
It appears a little singular that the learned Prideaux should be
Here the heaven opened, and Jove, with the Senate
of the Gods, was discovered, while APOLLO re
turned to his seat, and ascending, sung. Apol. See, heaven expecteth my return,
The forked fire begins to burn,
Fove beckons me to come.
He must not take on him all parts;
But leave his father some.
Fove is that one, whom first, midst, last, you call,
Till Jove it ratify
It is no augury,
The Earth riseth.
It is the suit of Earth and men. Jove. What do these mortals crave without our
wrong? Earth, with the rest. That Jove will lend us this our
unacquainted with this acceptation of the word, which is common to all our old writers. He apologizes for reading “son and grandson,” (Isaiah xiv. 22,) instead of "son and nephew," with the translators of the Bible; who, as he afterwards shews, elsewhere translate the same word (neked) “grandson.” There is no doubt of it: the only difficulty lay in the commentator's not observing that with them nephew and grandson were perfectly synonymous ; though the former term was used also for a brother or sister's son. Connec. vol. i. p. 125.
y Vide Orpheum in hym. de omnip. Jovis.
Let our grand-children, and not we
Your wish is blest,
And firms it with the rest.
Full Cho. Sing then his fame, through all the orbs; in
Proportions, rising still
, from earth to heaven : And of the lasting of it leave to doubt, The power of time shall never put that out.
This done, the whole Scene shut, and the Masquers
danced their last Dance.
AND THUS IT ENDED.
? Mos Jovis, annuendo votis et firmandis ominibus. Apud Homer. &c.