Classic Poem

The Queen of Love, and P ALLAS 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 F LORELLA'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.