Phoebus Detected

The country was wond'ring for three weeks together,
Where Sol had retir'd to, and ta'en the fine weather;
Some said (for conjecture runs wild in these cases)
The poles of the world had got out of their places;
While others suppos'd some wet planet had cross'd us,
And some blam'd the Devil and some Dr. Faustus.
But, Saturday darting his beams all around,
The cause of our late want of sunshine I found:
Stepping into the play-house, lo, snug in the box,
Sat Phoebus himself, with his carrotty locks.
Your Godship's obedient, said I, with a sneer;
Who ripens the corn? What the deuce do you here?
"Why, faith, to confess it," his Godship replied,
"I have been on a visit a little aside;
"So well entertain'd I was never before,
"And han't been in heaven for this fortnight and more:
"Such a charmer I've met with, that loth I'm to go,
"And leave her unnotic'd with mortals below."
Oh, oh! is it so? return'd I, friend Apollo,
Your father's old tricks, then I see you still follow.
But tell me what Fair could your heart thus engage—
"Look you there—don't you see her?—She's now on the stage."
I whipt out my glass, the rogue's charmer to see;
And who, of all charmers, d'ye think it could be?
Mrs. L— "No sure!"—Yes, faith, it was she.