[Virgo]
The _goddess_ of the rosy morn,
Whose smiles with health, our cheeks adorn;
Then tell as quickly as you can,
The Poets _much enduring man_;
The _Youth_ who gave the cup on high,
When fair Hebe left the sky;
The _Muses name_, I'd have you find,
Most to astronomy inclin'd;
Then take the _River_, at whose sound,
The gods, eternally are bound;
The _Muse_, before whose comic eye,
Despair and melancholy fly;
The initials join'd, will surely find,
Amusement for your active mind,
And rightly plac'd, will soon appear
A month, within the circling year.