Hermes to Maria

Miss Porden

The god of arts and trade am I
And mortals call me Mercury
As Fitz-Pieria lately told
Last month I did your charms behold
One night when you to Berners Street
Addressed your sable slippered feet
That night the Attic Chest was read
And to my heart love’s arrow sped
If you’ll but crown this love of mine
A god shall be your Valentine
An honour charming girl at most
But three since time was born can boast