Tho' the Muse had deny'd me so often before, br I ventur'd this Day to invoke her once more. br She ask'd what I wanted; I said, with Delight, br Your Lordship had promis'd to sup here To--night; br That on an Occasion so much to my Honour, br I hop'd she'd excuse me for calling upon her. br br To this she reply'd, with Disdain in her Looks: br If that be the Case, go summon your Cooks. br I told her in Answer, How little you eat; br That in vain I should hope to regale you with Meat; br That she knew, Wit and Humour to you were a Feast, br Who had, tho' no Stomach, an excellent Taste. br br This calm'd her Resentment; she paus'd for a while-- br Then the Goddess, propitious, reply'd with a Smile: br If with Humour and Wit you would have him delighted. br What need I be call'd?--Let the Dean be invited. br The Bus'ness is done, if with him you prevail; br For a Boyle, and a Swift, will each other regale.