Tho’ learning look grave and austere,
We cherish the whim of each whirligig brain,
Starch’d gravity enters not here.
Sign Aries, then maids, is your ram or lew’d tup,
A rich pond’rous bag ’twixt his legs,
With juicy-joy pregnant, and closely tied up,
Is the essence of oysters and eggs;
In figure ’tis Cupid with arrow and bow,
Sagittarius, that archer divine,
Letting fly at the target of yielding Virgo,