So Jupiter read-a god of first rank— And still had read on-but he came to a blank :

For the Fates had neglected the rest to reveal

They either forgot it, or chose to conceal:

When a leaf is torn out, or a blot on a page

That pleases our fancy, we fly in a rageSo, curious to know what the Fates would say next,

No wonder if Jove, disappointed, was vext.

But still as true genius not frequently fails,

He glanced at the Virgin, and thought of the Scales;

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