Good Morrow, said I, Madam, what! hath Fontenelle made an Astronomer of you in good earnest? Are you really contemplating the Order and Motions of the Heavenly Bodies? Or are you rather seeking on the Earthly Globe, where to make new Conquests?
The Historians foolishly represent Alexander the Great, as Weeping, that he could carry his no further than over all the World; but I'm sure, were he present now, to see you in that Posture commanding the Globe, and giving what Turns you please to it; that Thought of your humble Servant's would appear just enough;
With far more Haste he had the World subdu'd:
Proud at thy Feet to lay the mighty Ball,
Whose Eyes were form'd to triumph over all;
And then most justly had he Wept to see,
One World too mean an Offering for Thee!
O! Sir, said she, your Servant, I doubt you did not rest well last Night? What did your Imagination carry you into the Poetical Regions of Fairy-Land, that you awake with Verses in your Mouth this Morning? But to speak seri-ously
