XII. It made a virgin put on guile, Truth's image break her word, JOVE and SEMEL E. By the Same. Occafioned by a Lady's faying, that none of the ancient poetical Stories reflected fo much on the Vanity of Women, as that of Phaeton does on the Ambition of Men. OVE for amusement quitted oft his skies, Jov To vifit earth, contracted to our fize; And lov'd (however things in heav'n might go) Mifs Semele he pick'd up, ás he went, And thought, he pleas'd her to her heart's content. Once known a god, as man he ceas'd to please. Thou, Thou, who gav'ft Dædalus his mazy art, Fond Jove, like men, the better to fucceed, Jove came array'd, as bound by cruel fate, Faint from the course though we awhile retreat, And bear down nature with excefs of blifs. Learn hence, each fair one, whom like beauties grace, Poffefs'd of lawless empire by your face, Not Not to do what you lift, because you may, A lurking taint deriv'd from mother Eve. Spare then the men, ye fair, and frankly own, W The SEEKER. By the Same. HEN I first came to London, I rambled about Then on me, in divinity batchelor, try'd Many priests to obtrude a Levitical bride; And urging their various opinions, intended To make me wed systems, which they recommended. The The bible, you boast, is a wild revelation: Said a formal non-con, (whose rich stock of grace For then you are safe, and may plead you're elect. As it stands in the Acts, we can prove ourselves faint Being Christ's little flock every where spoke against. Said a jolly church parfon, (devoted to ease, While penal law dragons guard his golden fleece,) If you pity your foul, I pray liften to neither; The first is in error, the last a deceiver: That ours is the true church, the sense of our tribe is, And furely in medio tutiffimus ibis. Said a yea and nay friend with a stiff hat and band,, (Who while he talk'd gravely would hold forth his hand,) Dominion and wealth are the aim of all three, Though about ways and means they may all disagree; Then prithee be wife, go the quakers by-way, 'Tis plain, without turnpikes, fo nothing to pay. VOL. I. M On XXXX On BARCLAY'S Apology for the Quakers. By the Same. HESE fheets primæval doctrines yield, TH Where revelation is reveal'd: Soul-phlegm from literal feeding bred, Systems lethargic to the head They purge, and yield a diet thin, That turns to gospel-chyle within. Truth fublimate may here be feen Lucrative doctrines they deteft, As manufactur'd by the priest, And |