And lordly Herschel,[116] junior of the skies;
And Mercury,[117] with those sharp propitious eyes:
Tell Saturn,[118] also, that I would he’d come
To share with me the comforts of my home:
Earth, goodly creature, is already here
With bountiful provision of good cheer:
I fain would Sol invite, but fear my fate,
Lest the great god should think himself too great:
O! what a blaze of glory there would be
If he would condescend to join the glee