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Anne Kingsmill Finch - Jupiter And The Farmer
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When Poets gave their God in Crete a Birth, 
Then Jupiter held Traffick with the Earth, 
And had a Farm to Lett: the Fine was high, 
For much the Treas`ry wanted a Supply, 
By Danae`s wealthy Show`r exhausted quite, and dry. 
But Merc`ry, who as Steward kept the Court, 
So rack`d the Rent, that all who made Resort 
Unsatisfy`d return`d, nor could agree 
To use the Lands, or pay his secret Fee; 
`Till one poor Clown (thought subt`ler than the rest, 
Thro` various Projects rolling in his Breast) 
Consents to take it, if at his Desire 
All Weathers tow`rds his Harvest may conspire; 
The Frost to kill the Worm, the brooding Snow, 
The filling Rains may come, and Phoebus glow. 
The Terms accepted, sign`d and seal`d the Lease, 
His Neighbours Grounds afford their due Encrease 
The Care of Heav`n; the Owner`s Cares may cease. 
Whilst the new Tenant, anxious in his Mind, 
Now asks a Show`r, now craves a rustling Wind 
To Raise what That had lodg`d, that he the Sheaves may bind. 
The Sun, th`o`er-shadowing Clouds, the moistning Dews 
He with such Contrariety does chuse; 
So often and so oddly shifts the Scene, 
Whilst others Load, he scarce has what to Glean. 


  O Jupiter! with Famine pinch`d he cries, 
No more will I direct th` unerring Skies; 
No more my Substance on a Project lay, 
No more a sullen Doubt I will betray, 
Let me but live to Reap, do Thou appoint the way
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