When Love fair Psyche made his Choice,
Jove sent Mercury from the Skies;
To summon all the Deities,
To a Divine Collation:
Sol with sweet Aurora came,
Vulcan with his charming Dame,
And Iris put on a Robe of Flame,
Streakt with a fresh Carnation:
Juno had a Mantle full of Moons and Stars,
And Venus had a Trophy Gown a present made by Mars,
Embroyder'd o'er with Swords and Guns and Implements of Wars,
With Triumphs of many a Nation.
Yet tho' adorn'd in their bright Aray,
Shining Glorious, fresh and Gay,
'Twas a trifle all to Queen Anns Birth-day,
Should they compare in Splender:
Every Duke and Dutchess here,
Sham'd each God and Goddess there,
Nor could their Joy with ours compare,
Shewn to our Faiths Defender:
The States-man that talks on the Wool-sack big,
Could bustle to the Opera, as merry as a Grig,
To Oagle there a Tory tall, or a pretty little Whig,
Defying the Pretender.
The great Eugene, whose renown does soar,
Well deserving the [1] Sword he wore,
Were Diamonds valu'd at ten times more,
Thought he beheld a wonder;
Senates Jars he late has seen,
- ↑ A Sword presented him by the Queen of great Value.
