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On Baucis, an old drunken Crone.

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Antholog. Græc.

Baucis the Bane of Pots, what time she lay
Sick of a Feaver, thus to Jove did pray;
If I escape this Fit, I vow to take

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These hundred Suns no drink but from the Lake:
Wanting her wonted Cups, (now past all doubt
Of Danger) she one day this shift found out,
She takes a Sive, and through the bottome pries;
So she at once a hundred Suns espies.