Yet Pallas all their Spleen defy'd,
And prudently the Lofs fupplied
Of fuch precarious Bliffes :

Hence were her Sons more ftudious grown!
Her Discipline went smoother on,
'Mid Troops of homely Miffes.

Cupid, who late had seen the Place,
Found they had quite mistook the Cafe,
That Books would grow in Fashion,
That dazzling Eyes and blooming Cheeks,
Could only tame thofe hardy Greeks,
And bring them to Submiffion.

Then swift as Thought he flew to Town,
And Polly ftraight is order'd down;

The Champion of Beauty;

For well his Godship did devise,

That Polly's Charms and Polly's Eyes
Would be alert on Duty.

She came, and with each Grace complete,
From a Venetian Window's Height

Her Battery fhe play'd:

The fatal Slaughter who can tell,
What Troops of gazing Students fell,

Stretch'd o'er the fmooth Parade?

Sage

Sage Folios, now a mufty Heap,
In Chains and learned Darkness fleep,
All Logick's turn'd to Folly;

Each Student takes his Cap and Gown,
And runs through ev'ry Street in Town,
To catch a Look at Polly.

Who now can pedant Rules endure?
"Go Boy, and bid the best Frifeur,
"At Six precife be wi' me;"

My Hair in Wires exact and nice,
I'll trim my Cap to smallest Size,
That Polly fure may fee me.

Nay e'en the Don his Pipe foregoes,
That Friend to Wisdom and Repofe,
Left Polly be offended;

And Galen's fageft Sons will leave,
To dangle Hours at Polly's Sleeve,
Their Patients unattended.

See Churches are forfaken too,
If Polly does not grace a Pew,

To keep grave Heads from fleeping:

Mad H-tch-nf-n--ns rave in vain,
The fad deferted Seats remain

For 'Prentice Boys to weep in.

Cupid, who stood at Polly's Side
Incog, and ev'ry Shaft fupplied,

Laugh'd with infulting Malice,

To fee how fure each Arrow flew,
How at each killing Glance she slew
Some fav'rite Son of Pallas.

Then to Jove's Court he wing'd his Way,
To tell the Triumphs of the Day,
And publifh Polly's Glory;

But Pallas had that Morn been there;
And humbly fought of Jove to hear

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
That Iris fhould next Week convey

Fair Polly back to London.

***

On

The CUSHION PLOT

WHE

Difcovered by Dr. SHAW.
By H. B. Efq;

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,
And boldly perk'd it o'er the Wall,
No Trees look'd ever fiercer.

But late for fundry Crimes arraign'd,
(Whether fome stripling Shrubs complain'd
Thefe Rogues prefum'd to flight 'em,
Or whether they were heard to prate
Of fome fad Yews untimely Fate,

That once grew over-right 'em:

*The Benefactor who gave the Cushion,

Or