Olympus’ Court no fairer Visage housed
Than that of Helen. Goddesses were roused
To ENVY: which though petty Vice on Earth
When spent on High where all’s of greater Worth
Loosed Havock down below. Fleets sailed, Gods vied,
For Helen cities fell and heroes died.
ELIZA’s Fame on Rumour’s wing hath come
To Albion’s shores. French flatterers, struck dumb,
Have kept her beauty hid ’til now, it seems;
But as a light beneath a Bushel gleams
Thro’ any Chink, ELIZA’s Charms are out,
And putting Goddesses to rout.
A-tremble, Men gaze up, and shall be glad
Not to be Players in her Iliad.