When fair Hebe left the sky;

The Muses name, I'd have you find,

Most to astronomy inclin'd;

Then take the River, at whose sound,

The gods, eternally are bound;

The Muse, before whose comic eye,

Despair and melancholy fly;

The initials join'd, will surely find,

Amusement for your active mind,

And rightly plac'd, will soon appear