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
.