And seems to shake the spheres.
The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musican sung,
Of Bacchus, ever fair and ever young!—
The jolly god in triumph comes!
Sound the trumpets! beat the drums!
Flush’d with a purple grace,
He shows his honest face,
Now give the hautboys breath! he comes! he comes!
Bacchus ever fair and young,
Drinking joys did first ordain: