By the Marchioness, afterwards Dutchess of Newcastle, 2 d. Edition , 1764.

'T IS thought some untuous matter from the Sun ,
Streams in his beams for Earth to feed upon,
And that by them the Earth when they ascend
Unto the Sun , some nourishment doth send;
For all created beings have their wants,
Which by a sort of trafick nature grants,
And by an early mistery of trade ,
We all are happy tho' dependant made;
Sun beams to ships we aptly may compare,
And they are cargo'd with the richest ware ,
Are fraught with beat as thro' the air they sail,
And bring such beat to earth which cannot fail,
By laws of commerce some return to make,
And carry for their beats our vapours back,
But wretched fate such vessels often find,
And sink with too much weight , or split with wind .