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That 't will be so, the mouth of truth bas taught;
The reasons why, from you are humbly fought?

1 A. Why not the Son our judge for who fo fie
Upon th’august, the awful bench to fit?
This judge is Man, and therefore will forgive
And suffer frail mortality to live.
The judge is GOD, and therefore will pursue
Our guilt, expos'd to his omniscient view.
Guiltless he suffer'd once; and shall we grudge,
If innocence accus'd commence a judge ?..
Tis just that Pilate fhould a change deplore,
And dread his frowns, whom he condemn'd before,
For rebel-man he paid the price alone,
And Ihan't he be allow'd to judge his own?

Q. Senseless and cold, my sighs can't move
Her frozen breast to think of love.
Now since my fire can't melt her from,
And passion still do's stronger growns
Tell how her foul I may inspire
With love, or teach me to retire ?

A. Address her in the softeft ftrain,
(Smooth numbers rarely move in vain )
With down of Cupid's wings your dart
Be fledg'd, those feldom miss the heart;
Then watch her minutes, when, inclin d.
With poems to regale her mind
Low at her feet your off'rings lay,
And let them all your griefs difplay;
Let them your fervent Aamesreveal,
Your truth, your conftancy and, zeals
Let them your tormen's so express,

That even the may wish rhem less.
In dying accents let each lige
More fadly flow than brightly shine.
All this unfeign'd. will pity. mkovca.
And pity introduces love.
But if

you

find the fill. semains :
Insensible of all your pains,, '*
Be sure you have miftook your prize,.
Which will not to your hopes arise;

And

And that she's not a foul, by this,
Can answer your expected bliss ;
Which thoughts will quench your am'rous firc,
And then you may with ease retire..

Q. Bright God of the lyre,

Who thy fons doft inspire,
To this question, I pray, send an answer;

Why Apollo still chufes

Nine Ladies for Mufes, 'Tis a sign that he ne'er liv'd in France, Sir:

From their old Salique law.

We an argument draw,
For the Ladies their little refpe&t;.

Why should not your father

Our sex much the rather For so learned an office ele&t ?

Should we suffer our spouses

To govern our houses,
As o'er learning Sol gives them commiffion;

They by that example

On our felves foon will trample, which would bring. 1s-to-a wretched condition 2

4. Bold querift beware

How you Phoebus compare
With France's tyrannick protectors;

For fince wisdom's abode

Is entails on that God,
He's best able to chufe'us directors.

From the fair fex's charms
Spring those witty alarms
That advance the dull rhimer to poet;

From their bounty and laws

We desire applause,
As the scenes of our Government how it.

Does not Britain rejoice

With a general voice,
In the reign of illustrious ANNE?

Did not Numens obey

An effeminate fway,
Why not then the poetical clan?

Sputo Spurn the Muses no more,

But their pardon implore,
Left the Ladies as spurious esteem ye ji

And recant to your wife

This impolitick ftrife,
Or a cotquean by merit we'll deem ye..

Q. Pray good Mr. Phoebus, in solving of queries so flow,

if no better you beed us, The reason, by George, I must know,

How partiat Apollo can be, Whose influence ought to extend.

By fate's never erring decree To all the world's end;

Or elle, by the powers above,
Since the affront you begun,

I'll complain to great Jove,
Like Joshua, to put a stop to the sun?
A. Pray good Mr. Querist

,
If fill to full sheets our lines Aow,

Thou but foolish appearest,
To ask why we don't farther go.

Say, fhould you appeal to great fove;
The ass through his case he would find,

And no other answer you'd move, But a puff behind.

Should Apollo stumble like you.
In your wretched falựring verse,

His rise he'd ne'er renew,
But withour Fofhua's stop stand still

: of course. Q. The answer you fent to.

The question 1 lent you,
Is n't sufficient your querift to serves Sir;

For you have not told yet;

If lawful you hold it,
At my marriage to make a referve, Sino

Supposing my way
To be false when I fay,
Honour and obey,
You tben hope the man magy

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