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ERE, Five Foot deep, lies on his Back
Weep all ye Customers that uso
To the Honourable Mrs. FINCH; under ber Name of
HOEBUS now shortning every Shade,
Up to the Northern Tropick came,
Attending on a Royal Dame.
Then lighted from his glitt'ring Coach, But fenc'd his Head with his own Bays,
Before he durft the Nymph approach. UNDER those sacred Leaves, secure
From common Lightning of the Skies,
The Flashes of Ardelia's Eyes.
Of that bright God whom Bards invoke,
And guest his Business e're he spoke. He in the old Celestial Cant,
Confeft his Flame, and swore by Styx, What e're she would defire; to grant, oll But wise Ardelia kaew his Tricks.
OVID had warn’d her to beware,
> Of stroling, Gods, whose usual Trade is, Under Pretence of taking Air,
To pick up Sublunary Ladies. Howe'er she gave no Alat Denial, PIA
As having Malice in her Heart, And was resolv'd upon a Tryal,
To Cheat the God in his own Art, HEAR my Requeft, the Virgin said,
Let which 1 please of all the Nine Attend when e'er I want their Aid,
Obey my Call, and only mine. By Vow oblig'd, by Passion led,
The God could not refuse her Prayer; He way'd his Wreath thrice o'er her Head,
Thrice mutter'd something in the Air. AND now he thought to seize his due,
But she the Charm already try'd, Thalia heard the Call and flew
To wait at bright Ardelia's Side.
Apollo thought it vain to stay,
But made his Leg and went away.
When on their Queen the Muses wait; But Pallus owns Ardelia's Power,
For Vows Divine are kept by Fate. THEN full of Rage Apollo Spoke,
Deceitful Nymph, I see thy Art,
I'll disappoint its nobler Part.
And be thou negligent of Fame.
Or Modeft Poets thou be first,
To filent Shades repeat thy Verse, Till Fame and Eccbo almoft burst,
Yet hardly dare one Line Rehearse. AND last my Vengeance to compleat,
May thou defcend to take Renown, Prevail'd on by the Thing you hate,
A and one that wears a Gown.
hardly here and there an Hack. ney-Coach Appearing, show'd the Ruddy Morn's
Approach. Now Betty from her Master's Bed had flown. And softly stole to discompose her own. The Slipíhod 'Prentice from his Master's Door, Had par'd the Dirt, and sprinkled round the Floor. Now Moll had whirld her Mop with dextrous
Airs, Prepar'd to Scrub the Entry and the Stairs. The Youth with Broomy Stumps began to trace The Kennel Edge, where Wheels had worn the Place.