Axiochus, A Handsome Youth Of Old, And Alcibiades, (Both Gay And Bold,) So Well Agreed, They Kept A Beauteous Belle, With Whom By Turns They Equally Would Dwell. It Happened, One Of Them So Nicely Played, The Fav'Rite Lass Produced A Little Maid, Which Both Extolled, And Each His Own Believed, Though Doubtless One Or T'Other Was Deceived. But When To Riper Years The Bantling Grew, And Sought Her Mother'S Foot-Steps To Pursue, Each Friend Desired To Be Her Chosen Swain, And Neither Would A Parent'S Name Retain. Said One, Why Brother, SHe's Your Very Shade; The Features Are The Same-:-Your Looks Pervade. Oh No, The Other Cried, It Cannot Be Her Chin, Mouth, Nose, And Eyes, With Your'S Agree; But That As 'Twill, Let Me Her Favours Win, And For The Pleasure I Will Risk The Sin.