So mayst thou with Osiris still find grace:By Anubis's venerable face,I pray thee, so may still thy rights divineFlourish, and serpents round thy offerings twineMay Apis with his horns the pomp attend,And be to thee, as thou'rt to her, a friend.Look down, oh Isis! on the teeming fair,And make at once her life and mine thy care:Have pity on her pains; the help you giveTo her, her lover saves, in her I live.From thee this favour she deserves; she paysHer vows to thee on all thy solemn days;And when the Galli at thy altars wait,She's present at the feast they celebrate.And thou, Lucina, who the labouring wombDost with compassion view, to her assistance come:Nor dost thou, when to thee thy votaries prayFor speedy help, thy wanted help delay.Lucina, listen to Corinna's pray'r;Thy votary she, and worthy of thy care.