Jupiter
and
Fortune
.
A
Fable
.
Once
Jupiter
,
from
out
the
Skies
,
Beheld
a
thousand
Temples
rise
;
The
Goddess
Fortune
all
invok'd
,
To
Jove
an
Altar
seldom
smoak'd
:
The
God
resolv'd
to
make
Inspection
,
What
had
occasion'd
this
Defection
;
And
bid
the
Goddess
tell
the
Arts
,
By
which
she
won
deluded
Hearts
.
My
Arts
!
(
says
she
)
Great
Jove
,
you
know
,
That
I
do
ev'ry
Thing
below
:
I
make
my
Vot'ries
dine
on
Plate
;
I
give
the
gilded
Coach
of
State
;
Bestow
the
glitt'ring
Gems
,
that
deck
The
fair
Lavinia's
lovely
Neck
;
I
make
Novella
Nature's
Boast
,
And
raise
Valeria
to
a
Toast
;
'Tis
I
,
who
give
the
Stupid
,
Taste
,
(
Or
make
the
Poets
lie
,
at
least
)
;
My
fav'rite
Sons
,
whene'er
they
please
,
Can
Palaces
in
Desarts
raise
,
Cut
out
Canals
,
make
Fountains
play
,
And
make
the
dreary
Waste
look
gay
;
Ev'n
Vice
seems
Virtue
by
my
Smiles
;
I
gild
the
Villain's
gloomy
Wiles
,
Nay
,
almost
raise
him
to
a
God
,
While
crowded
Levees
wait
his
Nod
.
Enough
—
the
Thunderer
reply'd
;
But
say
,
whom
have
you
satisfy'd
?
These
boasted
Gifts
are
thine
,
I
own
;
But
know
,
Content
is
mine
alone
.