Another Cupid.
The fairest of th' Immortals—arms
So keen hath none to wield.
Chorus.
Then rise we all these deities fair to meet;
With softest strains and homage let us greet
Their beauty rare.
A Triton.
What would this noble train that meets our view?
'Tis Neptune! He and all his mighty crew!
He comes to honour, with his presence fair,
These lovely scenes, and charm the silent air.
Chorus.
Then strike again,
And raise your strain,
And let your homes around
With joyous songs resound!
Neptune.
I rank among the gods of greatest might;
'Tis Jove himself hath placed me on this height!
Alone, as king, I sway the azure wave;
In all this world there's none my power to brave.