Epigram, An
AN EPIGRAM.
M INERVA wand'ring in a myrtle grove,
Accosted thus the smiling queen of love:
Revenge yourself, you 've cause to be afraid,
Your boasted pow'r yields to a British maid:
She seems a goddess, all her graces shine;
Love leads her beauty, which eclipses thine.
Each youth, I know, (says Venus,) thinks she 's me;
Immediately she speaks, they think she 's thee:
Good Pallas, thus you 're foil'd as well as I.
Ha! ha! (cries Cupid,) that 's my Mally Sleigh.
M INERVA wand'ring in a myrtle grove,
Accosted thus the smiling queen of love:
Revenge yourself, you 've cause to be afraid,
Your boasted pow'r yields to a British maid:
She seems a goddess, all her graces shine;
Love leads her beauty, which eclipses thine.
Each youth, I know, (says Venus,) thinks she 's me;
Immediately she speaks, they think she 's thee:
Good Pallas, thus you 're foil'd as well as I.
Ha! ha! (cries Cupid,) that 's my Mally Sleigh.
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