TO A FRIEND
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WHO WAS A GREAT ASTRONOMER,
Recommending the Bearer as a proper Person to take Care of his Cows.
OLD Ovid tells, (as I and you know,)
A tale of Jupiter and Juno:
She, jealous hussy, thought her cows
Were fatal to his marriage vows;
And, swallowing ev'ry's gossip's lies,
Beset him with the strangest spies:
Old Argus with his hundred eyes.
With two he slept, and watch'd with four;
The rascal ogled with a score.—
Well, but to leave the ancient story,
How is it in the case before ye?
Your rooted passion for your cows,
Disturbs the quiet of your spouse:
This youth, I prophecy, she'll find
A faithful Argus to her mind;
Whose vigilance and care supplies
The want of number in his eyes.
While you, so practised to survey,
Thro' Storer's
glass, the milky way,
Shall there find out a proper station,
To form a splendid constellation;
When you and Joe, your wife and cow,
Shall leave your dairy here below.