Verses addressed to H.S.H. the Margravine on the appointment of milk-woman to the Pope. Elizabeth Craven (née Berkeley) Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. Craven, Elizabeth, 1750–1828. The Beautiful Lady Craven: the Original Memoirs of Elizabeth Baroness Craven afterwards Margravine of Anspach and Bayreuth and Princess Berkeley of the Holy Roman Empire (1750-1828). Edited with Notes and a Biographical and Historical Introduction containing much unpublished matter by A. M. Broadley & Lewis Melville. With 48 Illustrations. In Two Vols. London John Lane The Bodley Head 1914 pp. []-265.

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Verses addressed to H.S.H. the Margravine on the appointment of milk-woman to the Pope . I. His Holiness deranged and ill Was often heard to mutter Throw to the dogs your nasty pill I only long for butter . II . St. Dominic said in a dream Leo away with plaisters And trust to butter and to cream For curing your disasters . III . Each doctor long his art had tried To drive away the spleen Whoever spoke — the Pope replied " Butter and Margravine . " IV . 'Tis now resolved to wait no more " Her butter to my knowledge " The Pontiff cried , " is worth a score Such quacks and all the College . " V. " We Popes are not so easily turn'd I'll search the country round " And at the Strozzi newly churn'd The melting pot was found . VI . George our King may freely call His Flower Girl Miss Fellowes The Margravine's a name they all May hear of and be jealous . VII . For now the dames may on their knees Knock under as I hope They'll not dispute the pas while she's Milkwoman to the Pope . VIII . Thus in sweet sympathy of state Six kingdoms ruled shall be The Pope rules heaven and earth and fate Milk , cheese , and butter she .