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THE ARTISTS.
Prude Pallas observ'd to the Demirep Queen,
Dear Venus, what is it these English folks mean?
Their Island is favour'd beyond other Isles,
'Twas I gave them Sapience, and you bestow'd Smiles;
Nay ev'ry Immortal a bounty has sent 'em,
And yet, like cross children, all this can't content 'em.
Dear Venus, what is it these English folks mean?
Their Island is favour'd beyond other Isles,
'Twas I gave them Sapience, and you bestow'd Smiles;
Nay ev'ry Immortal a bounty has sent 'em,
And yet, like cross children, all this can't content 'em.
The Goddess of Grace, in love's soft silver tone,
Reply'd, “'twas immense, immense odd she must own;
“Let us trip down to Earth, just to see the affair,
“It is only through Atmosphere taking the air;
“I've my Doves at the door, come, dear creature, with me;”
Away in a Whirlwind they wisk'd—Vis a vis.
Reply'd, “'twas immense, immense odd she must own;
“Let us trip down to Earth, just to see the affair,
“It is only through Atmosphere taking the air;
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Away in a Whirlwind they wisk'd—Vis a vis.
From Council Jove miss'd them, enquiring about,
His feather-heel'd post boy discover'd their rout;
Replies the sky ruler, “they've no business there,
“In Britain there always is beauty to spare;
“And as to Dame Wisdom, by Styx I aver,
“While Faction stays with them they won't employ her.
His feather-heel'd post boy discover'd their rout;
Replies the sky ruler, “they've no business there,
“In Britain there always is beauty to spare;
“And as to Dame Wisdom, by Styx I aver,
“While Faction stays with them they won't employ her.
“Haste home with them Hermes,” away flew the God,
And the yielding clouds cut with his snake twisted rod;
In London, from place to place, questioning flew,
Where is Wisdom? but where, indeed nobody knew.
He return'd with a tale, with a tale melancholy,
That Wisdom clop'd into Scotland with Folly.
And the yielding clouds cut with his snake twisted rod;
In London, from place to place, questioning flew,
Where is Wisdom? but where, indeed nobody knew.
He return'd with a tale, with a tale melancholy,
That Wisdom clop'd into Scotland with Folly.
“Where is Venus?” quoth Mars, “Aye, my Wife have you seen?”
Cries the King of the Cyclops, “My Man-loving queen?”
“I left her employ'd with her Handmaids, the Graces,
“By Science requested to finish his Faces:
“Here's the name of each Genius with whom she's a guest,
“Reynolds, Gainsborough, Mortimer, Myers, Dance, West.”
Cries the King of the Cyclops, “My Man-loving queen?”
“I left her employ'd with her Handmaids, the Graces,
“By Science requested to finish his Faces:
“Here's the name of each Genius with whom she's a guest,
“Reynolds, Gainsborough, Mortimer, Myers, Dance, West.”
Vulcan vow'd he wou'd fetch her, “You shan't thunder'd Jove,
“I encourage the Arts, and yon Island I love;
“Into Fate I have look'd, and e'er long I can see,
“What Athens was once, my Britannia will be;
“So Lemnos be mute, Hæbe hand me the nectar,
“Here's Great-Britain's Artists, and George their Protector.”
“I encourage the Arts, and yon Island I love;
“Into Fate I have look'd, and e'er long I can see,
“What Athens was once, my Britannia will be;
“So Lemnos be mute, Hæbe hand me the nectar,
“Here's Great-Britain's Artists, and George their Protector.”
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