93	The mighty master smil’d to see
94	That love was in the next degree;
95	‘T was but a kindred sound to move,
96	For pity melts the mind to love.
97	Softly sweet, in Lydian measures,
98	Soon he sooth’d his soul to pleasures.
99	"War," he sung, "is toil and trouble;
100	Honour, but an empty bubble.
101	Never ending, still beginning,
102	Fighting still, and still destroying:
103	If the world be worth thy winning,
104	Think, O think it worth enjoying.
105	Lovely Thais sits beside thee,
106	Take the good the gods provide thee."
107	The many rend the skies with loud applause;
108	So Love was crown’d, but Music won the cause.
109	The prince, unable to conceal his pain,
110	Gaz’d on the fair
111	Who caus’d his care,
112	And sigh’d and look’d, sigh’d and look’d,
113	Sigh’d and look’d, and sigh’d again:
114	At length, with love and wine at once oppress’d,
115	The vanquish’d victor sunk upon her breast.

	CHORUS
116	The prince, unable to conceal his pain,
117	Gaz’d on the fair
118	Who caus’d his care,
119	And sigh’d and look’d, sigh’d and look’d,
120	Sigh’d and look’d, and sigh’d again:
121	At length, with love and wine at once oppress’d,
122	The vanquish’d victor sunk upon her breast.

¹John Dryden. Alexander’s Feast; or, The Power of musique. London: J. Tonson, 1697. PR 3415 A39 1697A ROBA