Or wants Capacity to reach

The Science the defigns to teach:

Wherein his Genius was below
The Skill of ev'ry common Beau;
Who, tho' he cannot spell, is wife
Enough to read a Lady's Eyes;
And will each accidental Glance
Interpret for a kind Advance,

BUT what Succefs Vaneffa met,
Is to the World a Secret yet:

Whether the Nymph, to please her Swain,
Talks in a high romantick Strain;

Or whether he at last descends
To act with lefs Seraphick Ends;
Or, to compound the Bufinefs, whether
They temper Love and Books together;
Muft never to Mankind be told,

Nor fhall the conscious Mufe unfold,

MEAN time, the mournful Queen of Love
Led but a weary Life above.

She ventures now to leave the Skies,
Grown by Vaneffa's Conduct wife:

For

For tho' by one perverse Event

Pallas had cross'd her firft Intent;
Tho' her Defign was not obtain'd,
Yet had she much Experience gain'd;
And by the Project vainly try'd,
Cou'd better now the Caufe decide.

SHE

gave due Notice, that both Parties,
*Coram Regina prox' die Martis,
Should at their Peril, without fail,
Come and appear, and fave their Bail.
All met, and Silence thrice proclaim'd,
One Lawyer to each Side was nam'd.
The Judge discover'd in her Face,
Refentments for her late Disgrace;
And, full of Anger, Shame, and Grief,
Directed them to mind their Brief;

Nor spend their Time to fhew their Reading;

She'd have a fummary Proceeding.

She gather'd, under ev'ry Head,

The Sum of what each Lawyer faid;
Gave her own Reasons laft; and then
Decreed the Cause against the Men.

Before the Queen on Tuesday next.

BUT,

BUT, in a weighty Cafe like this, To fhew she did not judge amiss, Which evil Tongues might elfe report; She made a Speech in open Court; Wherein the grievously complains, "How fhe was cheated by the Swains: On whofe Petition, (humbly fhewing That Women were not worth the wooing; And that unless the Sex would mend, The Race of Lovers foon must end :) "She was at Lord knows what Expence, "To form a Nymph of Wit and Sense; "A Model for her Sex defign'd; "Who never cou'd one Lover find, "She faw her Favour was misplac'd; "The Fellows had a wretched Taste; "She needs must tell them to their Face, "They were a ftupid, fenfelefs Race: "And were the to begin agen, "She'd ftudy to reform the Men; "Or add fome Grains of Folly more

"To Women than they had before,

"To
put them on an equal Foot;
"And this, or nothing else, wou'd do't.

This

“This might their mutual Fancy strike, Since ev'ry Being loves its Like.

"But now, repenting what was done,

"She left all Bufinefs to her Son:

She

puts

the World in his Poffeffion,

And let him use it at Difcretion.

THE Cry'r was order'd to difmifs
The Court; who made his laft O yes!
The Goddess wou'd no longer wait;
But rifing from her Chair of State,
Left all below at Six and Sev'n;
Harness'd her Doves, and flew to Heav'n,

THE

THE

FABLE of MIDAS.

Written in the Year 1712.

IDAS, we are in Story told,

MID

Turn'd ev'ry Thing he touch❜t to Gold:

He chip't his Bread; the Pieces round
Glitter'd like Spangles on the Ground:
A Codling e'er it went his Lip in,
Would ftrait become a Golden Pippin :
He call'd for Drink; you faw him fup
Potable Gold in Golden Cup.
His empty Paunch that he might fill,
He fuck't his Vittels thro' a Quill;
Untouch't it pafs't between his Grinders,
Or't had been happy for Gold-finders.
He cock't his Hat, you would have faid
Mambrino's Helm adorn'd his Head.
Whene'er he chanc'd his Hands to lay
On Magazines of Corn, or Hay,

Gold