What luscious draught they next should substitute,
That might the palates of celestials suit,
As Nectar's stream no more meandering rolls,
The food ambrosial of their social bowls
Profusely spent;—nor, can Scamander's shore,
Yield the fair sea nymphs one short banquet more.
The Tilans all with one accord aro••s'd,
To travel round Columbia's coast propos'd;
To rob and plunder every neighb'ring vine,
(Regardless of Nemisis' sacred shrine;)
Nor leave untouch'd the peasant's little store,
Or think of right, while demi gods have power.
But ere on a decided mode agreed,
They, nor great Neptune, farther dare proceed,
'Till every goddess of the streams and lakes,
And lesser deities of fens and brakes—
With all the nymphs that swim around the isles,
Deign'd to give sanction by approving smiles:
For females have their influence o'er kings,
Nor wives, nor mistresses, were useless things,
Ev'n to the gods of ancient Homer's page;
Then sure, in this polite and polish'd age,
None will neglect the sex's sage advice,
When they engage in any point so nice,
As to forbid the choice nectareus sip,
And offer boh••a to the rosy lip.
Proud Amphytrite rejected in disdain,
Refus'd the gift, and left the wat'ry main,
With servile Proteus lagging by her side,
To take advantage of the shifting tide;
To catch a smile, or pick up golden sands,
Either from Plut••s, or the naked strands▪