Hear Peter proudly, to some humble friend,
A wondrous secret, in his science, lend: —
"Would you advance the nuptial hour, and bring
" The fruit of Autumn with the flowers of Spring;
"View that light frame where Cucumis lies spread,
" And trace the husbands in their golden bed,
"Three powder'd Anthers; — then no more delay
" But to the Stigma's tip their dust convey;
"Then by thyself, from prying glance secure,
" Twirl the full tip and make your purpose sure;
"A long-abiding race the deed shall pay,
" Nor one unblest abortion pine away. "