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 Of Belles fo fcanty was her Choice, Yet Pallas all their Spleen defy'd And prudently the Lofs fupplied Of fuch precarious Bliffes: Hence were her Sons more ftudious grown: 'Mid Troops of homely Misses.] Cupid, who late had feen the Place, That dazzling Eyes and blooming Cheeks,! Could Then to Jove's Court he wing'd his way, But Pallas had that Morn been there; And humbly fought of Jove to hear "That all her Sons were Rebels grown, Her Plea was heard, 'twas Jove's Decree 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 97) But late for fundry Crimes arraign'd, That once grew over-right 'em : Or if by Chance their Heads they shook, Of poor St. Peter's* num'rous Dead, Whate'er the Cause, some angry Pow'r His murd'rous Mates affembled: Oh! as the mangling Crew appears, Sore Cause, for ne'er in Grove of Oak Such Butchery exhibit ; Each arm they maim'd, each Head they topt, To make the Dogs a Gibbet. G 3 * St. Peter's Church, in the East, at Ox fer d. So |