AT a synod of gods, great Jove in the chair,
Each god in his turn was his mind to declare
‘Bout women, the subject, with virtue much blest,
(For the gods ne’er trouble their heads ’bout the rest.)
One nam’d Lady R. but said she was proud;
Another in Lady B.’s praises was loud:–
A great number they nam’d; but faults they had all.
Jove then to Apollo for his vote did call:
Said Apollo, “On earth, at Weymouth, I’ve been,
At nine in the Crescent, a Lady I’ve seen,
A liberal soul, with a mind quite refin’d,
And in her is true wit and genius combin’d;
That he’d dwelt in the house, and therefore was sure
‘Twould be useless in them to name any more.”
Jove paus’d for a moment, then beckon’d the herald,
And bade him through heav’n proclaim Lady Fitzgerald.
(Elizabeth Beverley)
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