PLAIN TRUTH As Bathian Venus t'other day Her maids of honour, the miss Graces, Rallied the daughter of the sea. Pallas to read what Dalston writes: Were charm'd, and smil'd at ev'ry line; Venus alone sat all the while Silent, nor deign'd a single smile. All were surpriz'd; some thought her stupid; and thus she spoke. That poetry so cram'd with wit, At Bath, and Betty's name not there! And when her dimpled smiles arise, The Goddess ceas'd-the Gods all bow'd, Nor one the wicked bard avow'd, Who, while in beauty's praise he writ, END OF VOL. V |