Yet Pallas all their Spleen defy'd, Hence were her Sons more ftudious grown! Cupid, who late had seen the Place, Then swift as Thought he flew to Town, The Champion of Beauty; For well his Godship did devise, That Polly's Charms and Polly's Eyes She came, and with each Grace complete, Her Battery fhe play'd: The fatal Slaughter who can tell, Stretch'd o'er the fmooth Parade? Sage Sage Folios, now a mufty Heap, Each Student takes his Cap and Gown, Who now can pedant Rules endure? My Hair in Wires exact and nice, Nay e'en the Don his Pipe foregoes, And Galen's fageft Sons will leave, See Churches are forfaken too, To keep grave Heads from fleeping: Mad H-tch-nf-n--ns rave in vain, For 'Prentice Boys to weep in. Cupid, who stood at Polly's Side Laugh'd with infulting Malice, To fee how fure each Arrow flew, Then to Jove's Court he wing'd his Way, But Pallas had that Morn been there; The Hardships of her Story. "That all her Sons were Rebels grown, "No Books were read, no Rules were known; "Her fav'rite Seat was undone :" Her Plea was heard, 'twas Jove's Decree Fair Polly back to London. *** On The CUSHION PLOT WHE Difcovered by Dr. SHAW. HEN Gaby Poffeffion had got of the HALL, He took a Survey of the Chapel and All, Since that, like the reft, was juft ready to fall. Which nobody can deny. And first he began to examine the Cheft, Where he found an old Cushion which gave him Distaste; The first of the Kind that e'er troubled his Reft. Which nobody, &e. Two Letters of Gold on this Cushion were rear'd; Two Letters of Gold once by Gaby rever'd, But now, what was Loyalty, Treafon appear'd: Which nobody, &c. J. R. (quoth the Don, in Soliloquy bass) "See the Works of this damnable Jacobite Race! "We'll out with the F, and put G in it's Place:" Which nobody, &c. And now to erase these Letters fo rich, For Sciffars and Bodkin his Fingers did itch, For Converts in Politicks go thorough-ftitch. Which nobody, c. The Thing was almost as foon done as faid, Poor was depos'd, and G reign'd in his Stead; Such a quick Revolution fure never was read! Which nobody, &c. Then hey for Preferment-But how did he ftare, When convinc'd and asham'd of not being aware, That stood for JEMMET, for RAYMOND the R. Which nobody, &c. Then beware all ye Parents, from hence I advise, How ye chufe Chriftian Names for the Babes ye baptize For if Gaby dont like 'em he'll pick out their J's. Which nobody can deny. On LOPPING New-College LIME TREES. 7HILOM a Row of faucy Limes, WHILOM a Row Planted, I ween, in lucklefs Times, By fome ill-favour'd Bursar; Like Upftarts vain, grew proud and tall, But late for fundry Crimes arraign'd, That once grew over-right 'em: *The Benefactor who gave the Cushion, Or |