First came the Prince of Delos, Phoebus hight, In a gay travelling carriage, fleetly drawn By six smart Spanish chestnuts, shining bright, Which with their tramping shook the aerial lawn; Red was his cloak, three-cocked his hat, and light Around his neck the golden fleece was thrown; And twenty-four sweet damsels, nectar-sippers, Were running near him in their pumps or slippers.
Pallas, with lovely but disdainful mien, Came on a nag of Basignanian race; Tight round her leg, and gathered up, was seen Her gown, half Greek, half Spanish; o'er her face Part of her hair hung loose, a natural screen, Part was tied up, and with becoming grace; A bunch of feathers on her head she wore, And on her saddle-bow her falchion bore.
But Ceres and the God of Wine appeared At once, conversing; and the God of Ocean Upon a dolphin's back his form upreared, Floating through waves of air with graceful motion; Naked, all sea-weed, and with mud besmeared; For whom his mother Rhea feels emotion, Reproaching his proud brother, when she meets him, Because so like a fisherman he treats him.
Diana, the sweet virgin, was not there; She had risen early and o'er woodland green Had gone to wash her clothes in fountain fair Upon the Tuscan shore--romantic scene. And not returning till the northern star Had rolled through dusky air and lost its sheen, Her mother made excuses quite provoking, Knitting at the time, a worsted stocking.
Juno-Lucina did not go--and why? She anxious wished to wash her sacred head. Menippus, Jove's chief taster, standing by For the disastrous Fates excuses made. They had much tow to spin, and lint to dry, And they were also busy baking bread. The cellarman, Silenus, kept away, To water the domestics' wine, that day.
On starry benches sit the famous warriors Of the immortal kingdom, in a ring; Now drums and cymbals, echoing to the barriers, Announce the coming of the gorgeous king; A hundred pages, valets, napkin-carriers Attend, and their peculiar offerings bring. And after them, armed with his club so hard, Alcides, captain of the city guard.
With Jove's broad hat and spectacles arrived The light-heeled Mercury; in his hand he bore A sack, in which, of other means deprived, He damned poor mortals' prayers, some million score; Those he disposed in vessels, well contrived, Which graced his father's cabinet of yore; And, wont attention to all claims to pay, He regularly signed them twice a day.