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