ON
THE
D—SS
OF
R—D.
BY
THE
SAME
.
WHAT
do
scholars
,
and
bards
,
and
astronomers
wise
,
Mean
by
stuffing
our
heads
with
nonsense
and
lies
;
By
telling
us
Venus
must
always
appear
In
a
car
,
or
a
shell
,
or
a
twinkling
star
;
Drawn
by
sparrows
,
or
swans
,
or
dolphins
,
or
doves
,
Attended
in
form
by
the
graces
and
loves
:
That
ambrosia
and
nectar
is
all
she
will
taste
,
And
her
passport
to
hearts
on
a
belt
round
her
waist
?
Without
all
this
bustle
I
saw
the
bright
dame
,
To
supper
last
night
to
P—y's
she
came
In
a
good
warm
sedan
;
no
fine
open
car
;
Two
chairmen
her
doves
,
and
a
flambeau
her
star
;
No
nectar
she
drank
,
no
ambrosia
she
eat
;
Her
cup
was
plain
claret
,
a
chicken
her
meat
:
Nor
wanted
a
cestus
her
bosom
to
grace
,
For
R—d
,
that
night
,
had
lent
her
her
face
.