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This Revolution, fix'd by fate,
in fable was foretold;
The dark prediction puzzled wits,
nor could the learn'd unfold:

But as those [1]Ladies works I read,
they darted such a ray,
The latent sense burst out at once,
and shone in open day:

So burst full ripe, distended fruits,
when strongly strikes the sun;
And from the purple grape unpress'd
spontaneous nectars run.

Pallas, ('tis said,) when Jove grew dull,
forsook his drowsy brain;
And sprightly leap'd into the throne
of wisdom's brighter reign;

Her helmet took; that is, shot rays
of formidable wit;
And lance,———or, genius most acute,
which lines immortal writ;

And Gorgon shield,—or, pow'r to fright
man's folly dreadful shone,
And many a blockhead (easy change!)
turn'd, instantly, to stone.

  1. Mrs. M——. Mrs. C——.

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