M INERVA last Week (pray let no Body doubt it)
Went an Airing from Oxford , six Miles, or about it:
When She spy'd a young Virgin so blooming and fair,
That, " O Venus , (She cry'd) is your Ladyship there?
Pray is not that Oxford? and lately you swore
Neither You , nor one like you, shou'd trouble Us more.
Do you thus keep your promise? and am I defy'd? "
The Virgin came nearer and smiling reply'd,
" My Goddess! what, have you your Pupil forgot? " —
— " Your pardon, my Dear, is it you, Molly S — — ?