Jane Brereton

S. U., "Tantane animis coelestibus irae?" Gentleman's Magazine 5 (June 1735) 321.

FIDELIA and MELISSA quarrel!
Sure, 'tis not which shou'd wear the laurel,
They're each so well deserving praise,
We wish they wou'd divide the bays.

Is either wounded? heav'n's forbid it,
And petrifie the ink that did it.

But what gygantic muse durst fly,
To storm against the brighter sky?
Contending goddesses wou'd yield,
And to these females quit the field.
Why then such jars? are they grown jealous?
No — there are num'rous pretty fellows.

Can court in verse, in verse betroth,
Willing to gratify them both.

But yet the Dean may prove a foil,
And all our subtle thoughts beguile.
Behind his name another lurk,
That might indeed make woful work;
For of all plagues wherewith we're curst,
Sure that of rivals is the worst.
By solitude our pains encrease,
By partners we afflictions ease;
In love alone we sullen grow,
And hate companions of our woe:

But where's the Phaon cou'd engage,
And charm two Sapho's in one age?