Verses addressed to H.S.H. the Margravine on the appointment of milk-woman to the Pope. I. His Holiness deranged and ill Was often heard to mutter Throw to the dogs your nasty pill I only long for butter. II. St. Dominic said in a dream Leo away with plaisters And trust to butter and to cream For curing your disasters. III. Each doctor long his art had tried To drive away the spleen Whoever spoke — the Pope replied "Butter and Margravine." IV. 'Tis now resolved to wait no more "Her butter to my knowledge" The Pontiff cried, "is worth a score Such quacks and all the College." V. "We Popes are not so easily turn'd I'll search the country round" And at the Strozzi newly churn'd The melting pot was found. VI. George our King may freely call His Flower Girl Miss Fellowes The Margravine's a name they all May hear of and be jealous. VII. For now the dames may on their knees Knock under as I hope They'll not dispute the pas while she's Milkwoman to the Pope. VIII. Thus in sweet sympathy of state Six kingdoms ruled shall be The Pope rules heaven and earth and fate Milk, cheese, and butter she.