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166 THE SKtf-LARK.
Apollo rose up, and said, "Pr'ythee ne'er quarrel,
" Good King of the Gods, with my vot'ries below,
" Your thunder is useless/ then, shewing his laurel,
Cry'd, " Sic evitable fulmen, yoir know.
" Then over each head,
" My laurels ill spread,
"So my sons from your crackers no mischief shall dread,
" While snug in their club-room they jovially twine
" The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine.
Next Momus got up with his risible phiz,
And swore with Apollo he'd cheerfully join,
" The full tide of harmony still shall be his,
4< But the song, and the catch, and the laugh shall be
mine ;
" Then, Jove, be not jealous,
" Of these honest fellows," ,
Cry'd Jove, " We relent, since the truth you now tell us,
** And swear, by old Styx, that they long shall entwine
u The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine.
Ye sons of Anacreon, then join hand in hand,
Preserve unanimity, friendship and love,
'Tis yours' to support what's so happily plann'd,
You've the sanction of Gods, and the flat of Jove, '
While thus we agree,
Our toast let it be.
May our club flourish happy, united and free,
And long may the sons of Anacreon entwine,
The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine.