On FLORELLA's Birth-Day. THE Queen of Love, and PALLAS once, 'tis said, Had both agreed to form a finish'd Maid: Upon a noted Day they flew to Earth, A Day still noted by FLORELLA's Birth: Both Deities employ'd their utmost Care, To make their darling Lady wise and fair: This gave her Beauty, that a sprightly Wit, Which render'd Soul and Body justly fit: But MERCURY, that nimble-winged Thief, Who loves his Joke, as dearly as his Life, Down from Olympus to his Sisters flew, When just to Life their little Embryo grew; And pour'd a little Folly in her Breast; A little Folly leaven'd all the rest: Hence 'tis, she's sometimes sprightly, sometimes dull; And sometimes witty, sometimes quite a Fool; Scarce foolish now, nor witty, sprightly neither; But sprightly, witty, foolish, all together.