Mary Barber

(1690-1757 / England)

Jupiter And Fortune. - Poem by Mary Barber

Once Jupiter, from out the Skies,
Beheld a thousand Temples rise;
The Goddess Fortune all invok'd,
To Jove an Altar seldom smoak'd:
The God resolv'd to make Inspection,
What had occasion'd this Defection;
And bid the Goddess tell the Arts,
By which she won deluded Hearts.

My Arts! (says she) Great Jove, you know,
That I do ev'ry Thing below:
I make my Vot'ries dine on Plate;
I give the gilded Coach of State;
Bestow the glitt'ring Gems, that deck
The fair Lavinia's lovely Neck;
I make Novella Nature's Boast,
And raise Valeria to a Toast;
'Tis I, who give the Stupid, Taste,
(Or make the Poets lie, at least);
My fav'rite Sons, whene'er they please,
Can Palaces in Desarts raise,
Cut out Canals, make Fountains play,
And make the dreary Waste look gay;
Ev'n Vice seems Virtue by my Smiles;
I gild the Villain's gloomy Wiles,
Nay, almost raise him to a God,
While crowded Levees wait his Nod.

Enough--the Thunderer reply'd;
But say, whom have you satisfy'd?
These boasted Gifts are thine, I own;
But know, Content is mine alone.

Comments about Jupiter And Fortune. by Mary Barber

  • Gold Star - 8,689 Points Herbert Guitang (6/26/2015 7:19:00 AM)

    a beautiful and a good write (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 192 Points Joseph Poewhit (6/26/2015 4:28:00 AM)

    Funny how we find peace in ourselves (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 20, 2010

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