" The yellow -hair'd god and his nine fufry nfaids, '
%< From Helicon's banks will incontinent fle; . " Idalia will boafl but of tenantlefs fhades, " Aud the biforked hill a mere defart will be. " My thunder no fear on't, " Will foon do it's errand,
" And damme, I'll fwinge the ringleaders I warrant ;
- ' I'll trim the young dogs for thus daring to twine
" The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine."
Apollo rofe up, and faid " Pr'ythee ne'er quarrel,
" Good king of the gods, with your vot'ries below, " Your thunder is ufelefs : " Then {bowing his laurel, Cry'd, " Sic evitabile fulmen, you know ; " Then over each head, " My laurel I'll fpread, " So my fons from your crackers no mifchief fhall,
" dread ;
While fnug in their club room they jovially twine " The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine."
"Next Momus got up, with his rifible phiz,
And fwore with Apollo he'd cheerfully join, c The full tide of harmony ftill fhall be kis,
" But the fong, and the catch, and the laugh fhall "be mine.
" Then Jove be not jealous " Of theiehoneft fellows." . Cry'd Jove, *' We relent, fince the truth you now tell
" us,
" And fwearby old Styx that they long fhall entwine " The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine."
Ye fons of Anacreon then join hand-in-hand, Preferre unanimity, friendftiip, and love j
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