Classic Poem

A Female, moderately fair,
Pleas'd with your Spirit, Wit and Air,
To me assigns the pleasing Task,
Your Company to-night to ask:
She has prepared a Feast refin'd,
A sacred Banquet for the Mind;
And you shall sup in solemn State,
Whilst round the tuneful Sisters wait;
Who, if you wish for Drink, shall bring
You Water from Pieria's Spring;
More elevating than Champaigne,
And far more apt to heat the Brain.
Pindar , who wrote in ancient Days
Has celebrated Water's Praise:
But if, with Flaccus , you encline.
To like the Product of the Vine,
And chuse a more substantial Feast,
She'll do her best to hit your Taste.