There is but one, but one alone, Can fet the pilgrim free, And make him cease to pine and moan; O Frankland! it is Thee, Oh! fave him from a dreary way, To Coxwould he must hye, Bereft of thee, he bends aftray, At Coxwould he must die. Oh! let him in thy hall but ftand, And wear a porter's gown, Duteous to what thou may'ft command, V E VENUS's ADVICE то THE MUSE S. THUS HUS to the Muses spoke the Cyprian Dame; "Adorn my altars, and revere my name. My Son fhall else affume his potent darts, "Twang goes the bow, my girls; have at your hearts ?" The Mufes anfwer'd, " Venus, we deride "The Vagrant's malice, and his Mother's pride; "Send him to Nymphs who fleep on Ida's shade, "To the loofe dance, and wanton masquerade; "Our thoughts are fettled, and intent our look, "On the inftructive verfe, and moral book; "On Female idleness his power relies; "But, when he finds us ftudying hard, he flies." CUPID HIS lamp, his bow, and quiver, laid afide, A ruftic wallet o'er his shoulders ty'd; } PON PONTIUS AND PONTI A. PONTIUS (who love, you know a joke, Much better than he loves his life) Talking of you, faid he, my dear, Her own! moft certain, t 'other faid; The hair was bought, the money paid, And the receipt was fign'd Ducailly. Pontia (that civil prudent fhe, Who values wit much less than fenfe, And never darts a repartee, But purely in her own defence) ye, Reply'd, Reply'd, these friends of your's, my dear, Now I have one unlucky thought, That would have spoil'd your friend's conceit; Some hair I have, I'm fure, unbought: Pray bring your Brother Wits to fee 't. CUPID TURNED STROLLER. FROM ANACREON. AT dead of night, when stars appear, And strong Boötes turns the Bear; When mortals fleep their cares away, Fatigu'd with labours of the day, Who's there! fays I, who knocks fo late, He faid, but open, open pray; With |