Jove waved his sceptre and commanded hush.
Then calls a gaudy piece of empty plush,
And asked what he could say 'gainst Poetry:
'Ha! ha!' quoth he, and fleered with blinking eye,
'I have a mistress' (then begins a tale
70Which made Jove call for some nectarean ale
To arm his ears 'gainst nonsense, and his side
'Gainst laughter's fury) 'has too much of pride.
She's fair as is a wall new-parged with lime,
She's wise enough; for age, she's in her prime.