And we'll lead up, and we'll lead up,
And we'll lead up the Dance;
The Sylvians they, &c.
Smile then with a Beam Divine,
We'll be blest if you but shine;
Happy then our Pains and Toils,
Wit only lives when Beauty smiles:
Happy then our Pains and Toils,
Wit only lives, Wit only lives,
When Beauty smiles;