On Mifs POLLY FOOTE's

Unexpected Arrival at OXFORD,

And Speedy Flight from thence, 1758.

ONG had fair Venus and her Son

L Diftrefs'd

Diftrefs'd Minerva's darling Town
With Perfecution jealous ;

Of Belles fo fcanty was her Choice,
She scarce could furnish Toafts for Boys,
Or Wives for humbler Fellows.

Yet Pallas all their Spleen defy'd

And prudently the Lofs fupplied

Of fuch precarious Bliffes:

Hence were her Sons more ftudious grown:
Her Difcipline went smoother on,

'Mid Troops of homely Misses.]

Cupid, who late had feen the Place,
Found they had quite miftook the Cafe,
That Books would grow in Fashion,

That dazzling Eyes and blooming Cheeks,!

Could

Then to Jove's Court he wing'd his way,
To tell the Triumphs of the Day,
And publish 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.

The

The CUSHION PLOT

W

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 just 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, &c.

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 J. and put G in it's place :" Which nobody, &c.

And now to erase thefe Letters fo rich, For Sciffars and Bodkin his Fingers did itch,

For Converts in Politicks go thorough-ftitch.

The Thing was almost as soon 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 stare, When convinc'd and afham'd of not being aware,

*

That flood for JEMMET, for RAYMOND the R. Which nobody, &c.

Then beware all ye Parents, from hence I advise, How ye chufe Christian names for the Babes ye baptize For if Gaby dont like 'em he'll pick out their J's. Which nobody, &c.

On LOPPING New-College LIME TREES

a Row of faucy Limes,

WHILOM a Row of

Planted, I ween, in luckless Times,

By fome ill-favour'd Burfar;

Like Upftarts vain, grew proud and tall,

And boldly perk'd it o'er the Wall,

No Trees look'd ever fiercer.

* The Benefactor who gave the Cushion.

But

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But late for fundry Crimes arraign'd,
[Whether some stripling Shrubs complain'd
These 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 :

Or if by Chance their Heads they shook,
When tow'rds the Church they turn'da Look,
And mourn'd the fad Conditions,

Of poor St. Peter's* num'rous Dead,
That to their Graves were daily led,
Since fome Folks turn'd Phyficians)

Whate'er the Cause, some angry Pow'r
Refolv'd their daring Tops to low'r;

His murd'rous Mates affembled:

Oh! as the mangling Crew appears,
Arm'd with Ax, Hatchet, Saw, and Shears,
How ev'ry Dryad trembled.

Sore Cause, for ne'er in Grove of Oak
Did spendthrift Heir's unpity'd Stroke,

Such Butchery exhibit ;

Each arm they maim'd, each Head they topt,
Nor ever left a Limb unlopt,

To make the Dogs a Gibbet.

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* St. Peter's Church, in the East, at Ox fer d.

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