Against power so sweet No guard is secure, Nor gate, nor yet wall, Nor will castle endure, Nor doubtings, nor watchings, How strict or demure. Chorus. With thee the fair maiden Shows herself fairer, With thee has the matron New beauty to glare her; Ev’n the sad widow Finds love an ensnarer. Chorus. With thee the poor captive, Though heavy his chains, Ne’er feels in his feasting Or torments or pains, But a place with his lord As an equal he gains. Chorus. With thee the worn seaman The south wind defies, While echoes the thunder He singing replies, And of winds and the waves Will the fury despise. Chorus. Thou hast power o’er the lip Of the fool and the sage, From the breast to root out Gall, venom and rage, What rancour and envy Would hide, to assuage. Chorus. With thee will the coward Of courage make show, The niggard so vile Learn bounteous to grow, And the feeble and old Fresh vigour to know. Chorus. Thy colour so pure Outrivals the flowers, Thy odorous essence The rich myrrh’s showers, The rosemary honey Thy taste overpowers. Chorus. Oblivion thou givest To troubles and sorrow, Joys fleeting a show Of eternal to borrow, And robb’st of its horrors The fate of tomorrow. In chorus we sing, of wine, sweet wine, Its power benign, and its flavour divine. VIII. ANGEL DE SAAVEDRA, DUKE DE RIVAS. There are few persons to whom Fortune can be said to have “come with both hands full,” more truly than to the illustrious subject of this notice; even the very reverses of life, which have fallen to his lot, have come like favours; as they have been incurred honourably, and have proved the harbingers of many advantages.