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[Pisces]
The fickle _Goddess_, false and blind,
To some profuse, to more unkind:
The _Shepherd_, who on Latmos height,
Was courted by the Queen of night;
The _Maid_, for whom Achilles swore,
He'd aid the Grecian cause no more:
_Jove's mother_ name, and _Saturn's wife_,
Who fled to save her infant life:
_He_, who when feigning madness try'd,
With care to turn the plough aside,
Nor o'er that furrow bend its way,
Where he beheld his infant lay.
The _Queen_, whom Jove with love assail'd,
And in the husband's form prevail'd;
The _King_, whose horses Diomed,
And grave Ulysses captive led;
And now conclude with that _blest time_,
We should enjoy, while in its prime.
So place the initials, and they'll say,
A month, not quite so warm as May.