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The fourth SONG.

Eternity, Eusebia, Alethia, Sophia, Homonoia, Dicæarche, Euphemia.
ETERNITIE.
Be fix'd you rapid Orbes, that beare
The changing seasons of the yeare
On your swift wings, and see the old
Decrepit Spheare growne darke and cold;
Nor did Iove quench her fires, these bright
Flames, have eclips'd her sullen light:
This Royall payre, for whom Fate will
Make Motion cease, and Time stand still;
Since Good is here so perfect, as no Worth
Is left for After Ages to bring forth.

EUSEBIA.
Mortality cannot with more
Religious zeal, the gods adore.

ATLETHIA.
My Truths, from human eyes conceal'd,
Are naked to their sight reveal'd.

SOPHIA.
Nor do their Actions, from the guid
Of my exactest precepts slide.

HOMONOIA.
And as their own pure Souls entwin'd,
So are their Subjects hearts combin'd.

DICÆARCHES.
So just, so gentle is their sway,
As it seemes Empire to obay.

EUPHEMIA.
And their fair Fame, like incense hurl'd
On Altars, hath perfum'd the World.

SO.
Wisdom.

AL.
Truth.

EUS.
Pure Adoration.

HO.
Concord.

DI.
Rule.

EUP.
Clear Reputation,

CHORUS.
Crown this King, this Queen, this Nation.

CHORUS.
Wisdome, Truth, &c.

ETERNITIE.
Brave Spirits, whose adventrous feet
Have to the Mountains top aspir'd,
Where fair Desert, and Honour meet,
Here, from the toyling Press retir'd,
Secure from all disturbing Evil,
For ever in my Temple revell.
With wreaths of Stars circled about,
Gild all the spacious Firmament,
And smiling on the panting rout
That labor in the steep ascent,
With your resistless influence guide
Of humane change th'incertain tide.

EUS. ALE. SOP.
But oh you Royal Turtles, shed,
When you from Earth remove,
On the ripe fruits of your chaste bed,
Those sacred seeds of Love.

CHORUS.
Which no Power can but yours dispence,
Since you the pattern bear from hence.

HOM. DIC. EUP.
Then from your fruitful race shall flow
Endless Succession,
Scepter shall bud, and Lawrels blow
'Bout their Immortal Throne:

CHORUS.
Propitious Stars shall Crown each Birth,
Whilst you rule them, and they the Earth.

The Song ended, the two Clouds, with the persons sitting on them, ascend; the great Cloud closeth again, and so passeth away overthwart the Scæne; leaving behind it nothing but a serene Skye. After which, the Masquers dance their last dance, and the Curtain was let fall.