Mean while declining from the Noon of Day,
The Sun obliquely shoots his burning Ray;
The hungry Judges soon the Sentence sign,
And Wretches hang that Jury-men may Dine;
The Merchant from th'  returns in Peace,
And the long Labours of the  cease —
now, whom Thirst of Fame invites,
Burns to encounter two adventrous Knights,
At  singly to decide their Doom;
And swells her Breast with Conquests yet to come.
Strait the three Bands prepare in Arms to join,
Each Band the number of the Sacred Nine.
Soon as she spreads her Hand, th' Aerial Guard
Descend, and sit on each important Card:
First  perch'd upon a
Then each, according to the Rank they bore;
For  yet mindful of their ancient Race,
Are, as when Women, wondrous fond of Place.