From Alexander Pope’s The Dunciad, Book II

…    See in the circle next, Eliza plac’d

Two babes of love close clinging to her waist;

Fair as before her works she stands confess’d,

In flow’rs and pearls by bounteous Kirkall dress’d.

The Goddess then: ‘Who best can send on high

The salient spout, far-streaming to the sky;

His be yon Juno of majestic size,

With cow-like udders, and with ox-like eyes

…

Osborne and Curl accept the glorious strife,

(Tho’ this his Son dissuades, and that his Wife.)

One on his manly confidence relies,

One on his vigour and superior size.

First Osborne lean’d against his letter’d post;

It rose, and labour’d to a curve at most.

So Jove’s bright bow displays its wat’ry round,

(Sure sign, that no spectator shall be drown’d)

A second effort brought but new disgrace,

The wild Meander wash’d the Artist’s face:

Thus the small jett, which hasty hands unlock,

Spirts in the gard’ner’s eyes who turns the cock.

Not so from shameless Curl; impetuous spread

The stream, and smoking flourish’d o’er his head.

So (fam’d like thee for turbulence and horns)

Eridanus his humble fountains scorns;

Thro’ half the heav’ns he pours th’ exalted urn;

His rapid waters in their passage burn.