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Anſw. The moon.

Behold the Lilliputian throng,
Nor male, nor female, old nor young;
Five inches tall, of ſlender ſize;
Who've neither mouth, nor ears, nor eyes,
Who never from each other ſtray,
But ſtand in order night and day,
Like ſoldiers marſhall'd in array,
a bloody enſign each both bear,
Tho' none of them were trained to war.
There actions gentler paſſions move,
and quench, or fawn the flames of love;
Soften the unrelenting fair,
and ſoothe the Penſive ſtateſman's care.
Nimble as thought, they ſkip, they dance,
Yet ne'er retreat nor e'er advance.
Nor order change, like the world's frame,
always unalterably the ſame.
Tho' active, and to motion free,
Yet move they never willingly:
But in their ſecret caverns ſleep,
Time without end; nor ſtir, nor peep,
Until ſome heavenly genius comes,
To raiſe them from their ſilent tombs.
By pow'r unſeen then up they ſpring,
Without the help of leg or wing;
They mount, and as they mount they ſing.
anſw. a Lady playing on the Harpſichord.

Tho you ſeem of me fond,
For my ſafety provide,
And, when you walk out,
Take me cloſe by your ſide;