On Hermocratia

HERMOCRATIA nam'd--save only one,
Twice fifteen births I bore, and buried none;
For neither Phoebus pierc'd my thriving joys,
Nor Dian--she my girls, or he my boys.
But Dian rather, when my daughters lay
In parturition, chas'd their pangs away;
And all my sons, by Phoebus' bounty, shar'd
A vig'rous youth, by sickness unimpair'd.
Oh Niobe! far less prolific! see
Thy boast against Latona sham'd by me!