Made pregnant by imperial Jove;
The poet plied his amorous strain,
Press'd the fond fair, nor press'd in vain,
For Ceres, who the veil undrew,
That screen'd her mysteries from his view,
Propitious this kind truth reveal'd,
That woman close besieged will yield.
Old Hesiod too his native shade
Made vocal to th' Ascrean maid;
The bard his heav'n-directed lore