TO ANACREON IN HEAVEN
To Anacreon in Heav`n, where he sat in full glee
A few sons of Harmony seny a petition,
That he their inspirer and patron would be,
When this answer arrived from the jolly old Grecian:
Voice, fiddle and flute,
No longer be mute.
I`ll lend you my name, and inspire you to boot...
And, besides, I`ll intruct you, like me, to entwine
The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus` vine.
The news to Olympus immediately flew,
Where Old Thunder decided to give himself airs.
`If we suffer these mortals their schemes to pursue,
There`s Devil a goddess will stay above stairs.`
Hark! Already they cry
In transports of joy,
`A fig for Parnassus, to Rowley`s we`ll fly!
And there, my good fellows, we`ll learn to entwine
The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus` vine.`
Note: ca 1778