If fuch an Author were alive,

How all would for his Friendship strive; And come in Crowds to fee his Face: And this fhe takes to be her Cafe: Cadenus anfwer'd ev'ry End,

The Book, the Author, and the Friend.
The utmost her Defires will reach,

Is but to learn what he can teach ;
His Converse, is a Syftem, fit
Alone to fill up all her Wit;
While ev'ry Paffion of her Mind
In him is center'd and confin'd.

LOVE can with Speech inspire a Mute;

And taught Vanessa to difpute.

This Topick, never touch'd before,
Difplay'd her Eloquence the more:
Her Knowledge, with fuch Pains acquir'd,
By this new Paffion grew infpir'd:
Thro' this she made all Objects pafs,
Which gave a Tincture o'er the Mafs:
As Rivers, tho' they bend and twine,
Still to the Sea their Course incline:
Or, as Philofophers, who find
Some fav'rite Syftem to their Mind:
In ev'ry Point to make it fit,
Will force all Nature to fubmit.

CADENUS, who could ne'er suspect

His Leffons would have fuch Effect,

Or be fo artfully apply'd
Infenfibly came on her Side:

It was an unforeseen Event,

Things took a Turn he never meant.
Whoe'er excels, in what we prize,
Appears a Hero to our Eyes;

Each Girl, when pleas'd with what is taught,
Will have the Teacher in her Thought:
When Mifs delights in her Spinnet,
A Fidler may a Fortune get:
A Blockhead with melodious Voice,
In Boarding-Schools can have his Choice:
And oft' the Dancing-Master's Art
Climbs from the Toe to touch the Heart.
In Learning let a Nymph delight,
The Pedant gets a Mistress by't.
Cadenus, to his Grief and Shame,
Cou'd scarce oppofe Vaneja's Flame;
And tho' her Arguments were strong,
At least could hardly wish them wrong.
Howe'er it came, he could not tell,
But fure fhe never talk'd fo well,
His Pride began to interpofe;"
Preferr'd before a Crowd of Beaux!
So bright a Nymph to come unfought,
Such Wonder by his Merit wrought;
'Tis Merit muft with her prevail,
He never knew her Judgment fail
She noted all the ever read,
And had a most discerning Head,

'Tis an old Maxim in the Schools,
That Flattery's the Food of Fools;
Yet now and then your Men of Wit
Will condefcend to take a Bit.
So when Cadenus could not hide,
He chose to justify his Pride;

Conft'ring the Paffion fhe had shown,
Much to her Praife, more to his own.
Nature in him had Merit plac'd;
In her, a most judicious Taste.
Love, hitherto a tranfient Guest,
Ne'er held Poffeffion of his Breaft;
So, long attending at the Gate,
Difdain'd to enter in fo late.

Love, why do we one Paffion call?
When 'tis a Compound of them all;
Where hot and cold, where sharp and sweet,
In all their Equipages meet:

Where Pleasures mix'd with Pains appear,
Sorrow with Joy, and Hope with Fear;
Wherein his Dignity and Age

Forbid Cadenus to engage

But Friendship in its greatest Height,
A constant, rational Delight,

On Virtue's Bafis fix'd to laft,

When Love's Allurements long are paft;
Which gently warms, but cannot burn;
He gladly offers in return;

His want of Paffion will redeem,
With Gratitude, Refpect, Efteem:
With that Devotion we bestow,
When Goddeffes appear below.

WHILE thus Cadenus entertains
Vanessa in exalted Strains,

The Nymph, in fober Words, intreats
A Truce with all fublime Conceits:

For why fuch Raptures, Flights, and Fancies,
To her, who durft not read Romances;
In lofty Style to make Replies,
Which he had taught her to despise.
But when her Tutor will affect
Devotion, Duty, and Respect,
He fairly abdicates his Throne;
The Government is now her own:
He has a Forfeiture incurr'd:

She vows to take him at his Word;
And hopes he will not think it strange,
If both fhou'd now their Stations change.
The Nymph will have her Turn, to be
The Tutor; and the Pupil, he:
Tho' fhe already can discern,
Her Scholar is not apt to learn
Or wants Capacity to reach
The Science fhe defigns to teach:
Wherein his Genius was below
The Skill of ev'ry common Beau;
Who, tho' he cannot fpell, is wife
Enough to read a Lady's Eyes;

And

And will each accidental Glance

Interpret for a kind Adyance.

BUT what Success Vanessa met,
Is to the World a Secret yet:

Whether the Nymph, to please her Swain,
Talks in a high romantick Strain;
Or whether he at last descends,
To act with less Seraphick Ends;
Or, to compound the Bufinefs, whether
They temper Love and Books together;
Must never to Mankind be told,
Nor fhall the conscious Mufe unfold.

MEAN time, the mournful Queen of Love
Led but a weary Life above.

She ventures now to leave the Skies,
Grown by Vanessa's Conduct wife:
For, tho' by one perverse Event
Pallas had crofs'd her firft Intent,
Tho' her Design was not obtain'd,
Yet had the much Experience gain'd;
And by the Project vainly try'd,
Cou'd better now the Caufe decide,

SHE gave due Notice, that both Parties,

* Coram Regina prox' die Martis,

Should

*Before the Queen on Tuesday next,