Or mend the bad times,
'Tis better to laugh than to cry. 20

_Chorus of all three_. 'Tis better to laugh than to cry.

_Janus_. Since Momus comes to laugh below,
Old time begin the show,
That he may see, in every scene,
What changes in this age have been.

_Chronos_. Then goddess of the silver bow begin.

[_Horns, or hunting-music within._]

_Enter_ DIANA.

_Diana_. With horns and with hounds, I waken the day,
And hie to the woodland walks away;
I tuck up my robe, and am buskin'd soon,
And tie to my forehead a waxing moon; 30
I course the fleet stag, unkennel the fox,
And chase the wild goats o'er summits of rocks;
With shouting and hooting we pierce through the sky,
And Echo turns hunter, and doubles the cry.

_Chorus of all_. With shouting and hooting we pierce through the sky,
And Echo turns hunter, and doubles the cry.

_Janus_. Then our age was in its prime: