WHAT do scholars, and bards, and astronomers wise,
Mean by stuffing our heads with nonsense and lies;
By telling us Venus must always appear
In a car, or a shell, or a twinkling star;
Drawn by sparrows, or swans, or dolphins, or doves,
Attended in form by the graces and loves:
That ambrosia and nectar is all she will taste,
And her passport to hearts on a belt round her waist?