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 And keep a soup till the afternoon,

For good ale keeps my heart aboon.

Good ale comes and good ale goes.

THE GODS OF THE GREEKS.

Once the Gods of the Greeks at ambrosial feast,

Large bowls of rich nectar were quaffing ;

Merry Momus amongst was set as a guest ;

(Homer says the celestials love laughing)

On each of the synod the humourist droll'd,

So none could his jokes disapprove,

He sung, rapartee'd and some smart stories told,

And at length lie began upon Jove.

Sire, Atlas, who long has the universe born,

Grows grievously tired of late ;

He says that mankind are much worse than before,

So he begs to be eas'd of his weight.

Jove knowing the earth on poor Atlas was hurl'd,

From his shoulders commanded the ball,

Gave his daughter, Attraction, the charge of the world.

And she hung it up high in his hall.

Miss pleas'd with the present, review'd the globe round,

To see what each climate was worth ;