;

Upon my Life, all I would have
From _Victor_ is to be a Slave;
I'll soon untie this Captive's Hands;
---- Tie me but fast in _Hymen_'s Bands.

_On the Same on another Pane._

At Home Miss _Molly_'s scarce fifteen.
Mamma says she's no more;
But if the Parish-Book says true,
Miss _Molly_'s thirty four.
Poor Miss _Molly_!

_Wrote on Cor---- Cr----d's (a Printer and Bookseller in Cambridge)
Window in the Shop._

Ye longing Sophs, say it who can,
That _Corny_'s not a learned Man.
He knows well each Edition, Sir,
Of _Aldus_, and of _Elzevir_;
Of _Beza_ he profoundly reasons,
And talks jocose of _Harry Stephens_.
Though (says a Wag) all this I grant,
Yet _Corny_ sure must Learning want.
How so? ----It's plain, (if that we may
B'lieve what Men of themselves do say,)
For _Corny_'s openly* confess'd.
He's but a Blockhead at the best.

* _Corny_, in Printing a _Latin_ Book, censur'd by the University,
was forced to plead _Ignoramus_ to save his Bacon.

_Another in the Shop, on C----'s Title Page_

LEARNING.

Within this learn'd Receptacle of Arts,
_Corny_, if ask'd, on each can shew his Parts;
Alike a _Newton_, or a _Ratcliffe_ prove;
A _Coke_ in Law----an _Etheridge_ in Love.--
Reason profound----in Hist'ry state each Fact,
Teach{~DAGGER~} _London_ how to think, or _Walpole_ how to act.

O say from whence should all this Learning come.----
From whence?----from each dead Sage around the Room.

If _Corny_ thence his Fund of Learning draws,
How great his Skill in Politicks or Laws? ----
How deeply read? ---- how vast his learned Store? ----
---- When ---- past the Title, all his Learning's o'er.

{~DAGGER~} Bishop.

_Another in the Same._

Is _Corny_'s Learning much; my Friends;
Since where it does begin, ---- it ends?

_From a Window in Ardenham-House, Hertfordshire._

As glass obdurate no Impression takes,
But what the radiant piercing Diamond makes;
Just so my Heart all other Pow'rs defies,
But those of fair _Venilla_'s brilliant Eyes.

_Written in a Lady's Dressing Room._

_Brunetta_, I grant you, can give her Swain Death;
But 'tis not with her Eyes, but with her - - ill Breath.

_From a Window in the Inner Temple-Hall._

Come hither, Barristers of Dress,
That once your Lips may meet Success:
From _Rufus_' filthy Hall withdraw;
Here only ye can live b