JUNO thus anfwer'd: For an idle Toy,'
We stood the Judgment of a beardless Boy;"
A Boy, who prov❜d both Partial and Unjust,
And facrific'd his Reason to his Luft.
"Twas that made Priam's Son with thee comply,
But here's a Knot no Mortal can untie.
Since then the Task fo difficult does prove,
Let us, by joint Confent, appeal to Jove.
To this they did agree; to Jove they went,
And Juno thus their Cafe did represent.

O Jupiter! thou Sov'reign Judge of All,
Behold three Deities before you fall:

Then say, great Ruler, who can't do no Wrong,
To whom the bright CAR'LINA does belong?
"Tis an ineftimable Prize we claim,

For fure you've heard, e'er now, her Glorious Name.
RISE, Goddeffes, fays Jove; and fince to me
You willingly fubmit, your Judge I'll be.
A Task fo great is fit for me alone,

For me, who rule the Gods, and fill the Heav'nly Throne. THE Noble Stem, from whence CAR'LINA fprings, [Who fhall to Britain give a Race of Kings]

Is Juno's; but her Wit from Pallas flows,
Which with a folid Judgment fhe bestows:
Her Air, her Mien, and every blooming Grace,
That smiling plays, and does adorn her Face,
From Venus come; that each may claim a fhare,
But all the mighty Weight, what God can bear,
Except the King of Gods, who guides the Royal Fair?
Cease then your vain Pretenfions, yield to me;
And liften to my firm, my fix'd Decree:

HER bright Perfections fhow that She's Divine,
Worthy of Jove alone, and fhall be only Mine.

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A King at ARMS difarm'd at LAW. A Ballad by an unknown Hand.

I.

E fair injur'd Nymphs, and ye Beaux who de

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ceive em,

Who with Paffion engage, and without Reason leave

'em ;

Draw near, and attend, how the Hero I fing
Was foil'd by a Girl, tho' at Arms he was King.

2.

CRESTS, Mottos, Supporters, and Bearings knew he 'And deeply was study'd in old Pedigree;

He wou'd fit a whole Evening, and not without Rapture, Tell who begot whom, to the end of the Chapter.

3.

IN forming his Tables, nought griev'd him but folely That the Man died Calebs, or elfe fine Prole: At last having trac❜d others Families down, He began to have Thoughts of increasing his own.

4.

A Damfel he chofe, not too flow of belief, And fain wou'd be deem'd her Admirer in chief: He blazon'd his Suit, and the fum of his Tale Was His Field and her Field, join'd party per Pale.

5.

5.

IN different stile, to tye fafter the Noose, He next would attack her in foft Billet-doux: His Argent and Sable were laid aside quite; Plain English he wrote, and in plain black and white. 6.

AGAINST fuch Atchievements what Beauty could fence?

Or who would have thought it was all but pretence? His Pain to relieve, and fulfil his Defire,

The Lady agreed to join Hands with the 'Squire.

7.

THE 'Squire in a fret, that the jeft went so far, Confider'd, with speed, how to put in a Barr:

His Word bound not him, fince her's did not confine her; And that is plain Law, because Miss is a Minor.

8.

MISS briskly reply'd, that the Law was too hard, If fhe who is a Minor, may not be a W—.

In Law then confiding, she took it upon her,
By Justice to mend these foul Breaches of Honour.

9.

SHE handled him fo, that few would (I warrant,) Have been in his Coat, on fo fleeveless an Errand. She made him give Bond for stamp'd Argent and Or, And fabled his Shield, with Gules blazon'd before.

IO.

YE Heralds, produce, from the time of the Normans, In all your Records, fuch a bafe Non-performance: Or if without inftance the Cafe is we touch on; Let this be fet down as a Blot in his Scutcheon.

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BLASPHEMY as Old as the CREATION: Or, The Newgate Divine. A Satyr.

Addressed to the modern Advocates of Irreligion, Profaneness, and Infidelity.

Quod fi in hoc erro, quod animos hominum immortales effe credam, libenter erro: nec mihi hunc errorem, quo delector, dum vivo, extorqueri volo. TULLY.

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ANT, or the Pride of being deem'd polite, Tempts gay Apoftates to deceive, and write; Each facred Truth to fcorn, or to disclaim; Prompted by Hunger fome, and fome by Fame. Few ftarving TIND-LS wou'd renounce their Creed, Who on pure Faith cou'd better drink and feed: .Nor for a Dinner in State-Errors deal, If found Divinity wou'd fetch a Meal. WOOLSTON wou'd own a Saviour, dread a Hell, Like gainful Unbelief, did Scripture fell; The Godhead he derides, wou'd learn to fear,

Like Blafphemy, if Miracles fold dear.

But who can blame each Sage, in Judgment nice?

Good Pagan Doctrines yield a better Price:
Who calculate exact their Gains each Day
And know what Wages Heaven and Satan pay:
Each with that Piety and Prudence bleft,

The Pow'r to own which cloath'd and fed 'em best.

Their Pot each Morn an Allegory fills;
The Spirit faves 'em, while the Letter kills.
Not half so plump, the mystick Doctor's made
By real Subftance, as by Type and Shade:
"Twas weak to print cheap Truths, when for a Lye,
They knew the British Markets ran fo high.
(All Books in Fraud and Falfhood that excel,
Like Goods forbid by Law, more fure to fell.)
Unwife the Project, and the Authors vain,
Maintaining Texts, that wou'd not them maintain.
All Truth's in their Opinion but a Cheat
Whofe Patrons oft muft write, but feldom eat.
Impoffible a Scheme fhould be divine,
Whose Authors fup on Curds, on Trotters dine;
Orany Faith a heavenly Sanction boast,
That feeds not all its Friends on Boil'd and Roast.
This * TIND-L knew, and pious vow'd to quit
Doctrines that wou'd but seldom turn his Spit;
Tir'd with a Church, whofe Canons did define,
That to believe, was fweeter than to dine;
Within her Pale for him allow'd no Place,
Who thinks good Eating the firft Christian Grace;
That Faith' celeftial only, that affords
The largest Bumpers, and the fullest Boards:
To number up his Crimes, he ne'er begins,

But always reckons Fafts among his Sins;

(These deeply moan'd) and deems the Guilt less great,

Each Evening not to pray, than not to eat:

Lefs ravish'd with his Duty than his Cup,

He oft forgets to kneel, but ne'er to fup.

A modern Epicurean Writer; very remarkable for his good Eating, and bad Principles.

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