A Rebus on - 1786
Take the name of that hero who dreadful in war
Spread the terror of Rome thro the nations afar,
With the King of the fairies that sly jealous sprite
Who sleeps all the day but who gambols all night
Green caty-dids draw him - a nutshell contains him,
His kingdom a meadow & a dewdrop sustains him.
What the peasant enjoys when his labor is o'er
And the seaboy embraces the hurricane's roar.
What the pretty girls cry tho their meaning is yes
When swains at their feet ask the boon of a kiss.
That period of day when gay Phoebus retires
To the arms of his Thetis to meet keener fires.
That passion delightful which thrilling imparts
Feelings more than ecstatic to congenial hearts,
Which arouses to fury - and lulls to repose
Is keen as the thorn yet as sweet as the rose.
The goddess white-robed by whom unbefriended
Even beauty and wit pass along unattended.
That region where heav'n-born freedom resides
Where plenty is found and contentment abides
Where scenes all delightful enrapture the mind
Where each shepherd is true and each maiden is kind.