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Unnumber'd treasures ope at once, and here Then prostrate falls, and begs with ardent eges The various off'rings of the world appear;

Soon to obtain, and long possess the prize. From each she nicely culls with curious toil, The pow'rs gave car, and granted half his pray's; And decks the goddess with the glitt'ring spoil. The rest, the winds dispers'd in empty air. This casket India's glowing gems unlocks, Bat nuw secure the painted vessel glides, And all Arabia breathes froin yonder box: The sun-beams trembling on the floating tides ; The tortoise here and clephani unite, (white : While melting music steals apon the sky; Transformd to combs, the speckled and the And soften'd sounds along the waters die; Here files of pins extend their shining rows, Smooth flow the waves the Zephyrs gently play; Puffs, powders, patehes, bibles, billet-doux. Belinda smil'd, and all the world was gay. Now awful bearity puts on all its arins;

Allintthe Sylphı-- with careful thoughts oppresto The fair each mornent rises in her charms, Th’impending woe sat heavy on his breast. Repairs her smiles, awakens ev'rv grace, He summons straight his denizens of air, And calls forth all the wonders of lier face. The lucid squadrons round the sails repair : Secs by degrees a purer blush arise,

Sofi o'er the slırouds aërial whispers breathe, And kerner lightning quicken in her eyes. That scem'd but Zephyrs to the train bencath. The busy Sylplis surround their darling care; Some to the sun their insect wings sufold, These set the head, and those divide the hair; Waft on the breeze, or sink in clouds of gold; Some fokal the sleeve,

while others plait the gown; Transparent forms, too fine for mortal sight, And Berty's prais'd for labors not lier own. Their Huid bodies half dissol'd in light.

Loose to the winds their airy garments flew, CANTO II,

Thin glitt'ring textures of the filmy dew, Not with more glories, in th'ethereal plain, Dipp'd in the richest tincture of the skies The suu first rises o'er the purpled main, Where light disports in ever-mingling dyes;

Than, issuing forth, the rival of his beanis While ev'ry beam new transient colors Áings,
Launch'd on the bosom of the silver Thames. Colors that change whene'er they wave their
Fair nymphs, and well-drest youths, around her Amid the circle on the gilded mast, [wings,
But ev'ry eye was fix'd on her alone. [shone ; Superior by the head, was Ariel plac'd ;
On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore, Ilis purple pinions op'ning to the sun,
Which Jews might kiss, and Infidels adore. He rais'd his azure wand, and thus begun:
Her lively looks a sprightly mind disclose, Ye Sylphs and Sylphids, to your chief give ear:
Quick as her eyes, and as unfixt as those : Fays, fairies, genii, elves, and dæmons hear!
Favors to none, to all she smiles extends; Ye know the spheres and various tasks assign'd
Oft she rejects, but never once offends. By laws eternal to th' aërial kind.
Bright as the sun her eyes

gazers strike,

Some in the fields of open æther play, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. And bask and whiten in the blaze of day: Yet graceful case, and sweetness void of pride, Some guide the course of wand'ring orbs on high, Might hide their faults, if belles had faults to hide: Or roll the planets thro' the boundless sky If io her share some female errors fall, Sonie, less retin'd, bencath the moon's pale light, Look on her face, and you 'll forget them all. Pursue the stars that shoot across the night,

This, Nymph, to the destruction of mankind, Or suck the mists in grosser air below, Nourish'diwo Locks, whichgracefulhung behind Or dip their pinions in the painted bow, In equal curls, and well conspir’d to deck Or brew fierce tempests on the wint'ry main, With shining ringlets the smooth iv'ry neck. Or o'er the glebe distill the kindly rain : Love in these labirinths his slaves detains, Others on earth o'er human race preside, And mighty hearts are held in slender chains. Watch all their ways, and all their actions guide: With hairy springes we the birds betray; Of these the chief the care of nations own, Slight lines of hair surprise the finny prey; And guard with arms divine the British throne. Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare, Our hunble province is to tend the Fair, And beauty draws us with a single hair. Not a less pleasing, tho' less glorious care;

Th’advent'rous Baron the bright locks admir’d; To save the powder from too rude a gale, He saw, he wish'd, and to the prize aspir'd. Nor let th' imprison d essences exhale ; Resolu'd to win, he meditates the way, To draw fresh colors from the vernal flow'rs; By force to ravish, or by fraud betray; To steal from rainbows,ere they drop in show'rs, For when success a lover's toil attends, A brighter wash; to curl their waving hairs, Few ask if fraud or force attain'd his ends. Assist their blushes, and inspire their airs;

For this, ere Phæbus rose, he had implor'd Nay oft, in dreams, invention we bestow, Propitious Heaven, and ev'ry pow'r adord; To change a flounce, or add a furbelow. But chiefly Love to Love an altar built This day black omens threat the brightest fair Of twelve vast French romances, neatly gilt. That e'er deserv'd a watchful spirit's care; There lay three garters, half a pair of gloves ; Some dire disaster, or by force, or slight, And all the trophies of his former loves : But what, or where, the fates have wrapt in night. With tender billet-doux he lights the pyre, Whether the nymph shall break Dianja's law, And breathes three an'rous sighs to raise the fire: Or some frail China jar receire a flaw';




Dr stain her honor, or her new brocade; Belinda now, whom thirst of fame invites,
Forget her pray’rs, or miss a masquerade ; Burns to encounter two advent'rous knighus,
Or lose her heart, or necklacc, at a ball; [fall, At ombre singly to decide their doom ;
Or whether Heaven has doom'd thatShock must And swells her breast with conquest yet to come.
Haste then, ye spirits ! to your charge repair : Straight the three bands prepare in arms to join,
The flutt'ring fan be Zephyretta's care ; Each band the number of the sacred nine,
The drops to thee, Brillante, we consign; Soon as she spreads her hand, the aërial guard
And, Momentilla, let the watch be thine; Descend, and sit on each important card:
Do thou, Crispissa, tend her fav’rite Lock; First Ariel perch'd upon a matadore,
Ariel himself shall be the guard of Shock. Then each according to the rank they bore;

To fifty chosen Sylphs, of chosen note, For Sylphs, yet mindful of their antient race,
We trust the important charge, the Petticoat : Are, as when women, wond'rous fond of place.
Oft have we known that seven-fold fence to fail, Behold, four kings in majesty rever'd,
Tho' stiff with hoops, and arm'd with ribs of With hoary whiskers and a forky beard ; [Aow's,
Forma strong line about the silver bound, [whale: And four fair queens whose hands sustain a
And guard the wide circumference around. Th'expressive eniblem of their softer pow'r;

Whatever spirit, careless of his charge, Four knaves in garbs succinct, a trusty band,
His post neglects, or leaves the fair at large, Caps on their heads, and halberds in their hands;
Shail feel sharp rengeance soon o'ertake his sins, And party-colored troops, a shining train,
Be stopp'd in vials, or transfix'd with pins ; Drawn forth to combat on the velvet plain.
Or plung'd in lakes of bitter washes lie,

The skilful nymph reviews her force with care
Or wedg'd whole ages in a bodkin's eye: Let Spades be trumps! she said, and trumps they
Gums and pomatums shall his flight restrain,
While clogg'd he beats his silken wings in vain: Now move to war her sable matadores,
Or alum styptics with contracting pow'r, In show like leaders of the swarthy Moors.
Shrinks his thin essence like a shrivell d Aow'r : Spadillo first, unconquerable lord !
Or, as Ixion fix'd, the wretch shall feel

Led off two captive trumps, and swept the board. The giddy motion of the whirling mill; As many more Manillo forc'd to yield, In fumes of burning chocolate shall glow, And march'd a victor from the verdant field. And tremble at the sea that froths below. Him Basto follow'd, but his fate more hard

He spoke; the spirits from the sails descend ; Gain'd hut one trump, and one Plebeian card. Some, orb in orb, around the nymph extend ; With his broad sabre next, a chief in years, home thrid the mazy ringlets of her hair; The hoary Majesty of Spades appears, Sume hang upon the pendants of her ear; Pats forth one manly leg, to fight reveald, With beating hearts the dire erent they wait, The 'rest his many-color'd robe conceal'd. Anxious, and trembling for the birth of Fate. The rebel Knave, who dares his prince engage,

Proves the just victim of his royal rage.

E'en mighty Palm, that Kings and Queens o'era CLOSE by those meads, for ever crown'd with threw, flow'rs,

[tow'rs, And now'd down armies in the fights of Loo, Where Thames with pride surveys his rising Sad chance of war! now destitute of aid, There stands a structure of majestic frame, Falls undistinguish'd by the victor Spade! Which from the neighb'ring Hampton 'takes Thus far both armies to Belinda yield; its name.

Now to the Baron fate inclines the field. Here Britain's statesmen oft the fall foredoom His warlike Amazon her host invades, of foreign tyrants, and of nymphs at home; Thi

' imperial consort of the crown of Spades. Here thou, great Ama! whom three realınsohey, The Club's black tvrant first her victim died, Dost sometimes comsel take and sometimes tea. Spite of his haughty mien, and barb'rous pride Hither the heroes and the nymphs resort,

What boots the regal circle on his head; To taste awhile the pleasures of a court;

His giant limbs, in staie unwieldy spread; In various talk the instructive hours they pass’d, That long behind be trails his poinpous robe, Who give the ball, or paid the visit last; And, of ali monarchs, only grasps the globe? One speaks the glory of the British Queen, The Baron now his Diamonds pours apace; And one describes a charming Indian screen ; Th'embroider'd King who shows but halfhis face, A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes; And his reíulgent Queen, with pow'rs connAt ev'ry word a reputation dies.

Of broken troaps an easy conquest find. [bin'd, Snuff

, or the fan, supply each pause of chat; Clubs, Diamonds, Hlearts, in wild disorder seen, With singing, laughing, ogling, and all that. With througs promiscuous strow the level green.

Meanwhile, declining from the poon of day, Thus when dispers'il a routed arıy runs,
The sun obliquely shouts his burning ray; Of Asia's troops, and Afric's feeble eons,
'The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, With like confusion diff'rent nations fly,
And wretches hang, that jurymen may dine; Of various habit, and of various dve;
The merchant from th Exchange returns in The pierc'd hattalions disumited fåll
And the long labors of the toilet eeti (pence, in heaps on heaps; one fatc.o'erwhelms them all.



The Knave of Diamonds tries his wily arts, 1 Er'n then before the fatal engine clos'd, And wins (oh shameiul chance!) the Queen of A wretched Sylph too fondly interpos'd; Hearts.

Fare urg'd the sheers, and cut ibe Solph in At this, the blood the virgin's check forsook ; But airy substance soon unites again ; [twain, A livid paleness spreads o'er all her look ; The meeting points the sacred hair dissever She sees, and trembles at the approaching ill, from the fair head, for ever, and for ever! Just in the jaws of rui!, and Codille,

Then flash'd the liviug lightning from hereyes, And now (as oft in some distemper'd state) And screams of horror rend the aftrighted skies. On one nice trick depends the geu'ral fate. Not louder shrieks to pitying licaven are cast, An Ace of Hearts stepsforth: the King, unseen, When husbands or when lapdogs breath their Lurk'd in her hand, and mourn'd his captive Queen :

Or when rich China vessels, fallen from high, He springs to vengeance with an eager pace, In gliu 'ring dust and painted fragments lie! And falls like thunder on the prostrate Ace. Let wreaths of triumph now my teinplestine, The Nympth exulting fills with shouts the sky; The Victor cried: the glorious prize is mine! The walls, the woods, and long canals reply. While fish in streams, or birds delight in air,

O thoughtless mortals ! ever blinil to fatc, Or in a coach and six the British Fair, Too soon dejected, and too soon elate,

As long as Atalantis shall be read, Sudden these honors shall be snatch'd away, Or the sinall pillow grace a Lady's bed ; And curs d for ever this victorious day: (crown'd, While visits shall be paid on soleinn days, [blaze;

For, lo? the board with cups and spoons is When nım'rous wax-ligl.ts in bright order The berrie's crackle, and the mill turns round : While nyunphs take treats, or assignations give, On shining altars of Japan they raise

So long my honor, name, and praise shall live! The silver lamp; the fiery spirits blaze : What Time would spare, fron: steel receives its Froin silrer spouts the grateful liquors glide, And inonuments, likeien, submit to fate! (date, While China's carth receives the smoking tide : Steel could the labor of the gods destroy, At once they gratify their scent and taste, And strike ta dust th' imperial tow'rs of Troy; And frequent cups prolong the rich repast. Steel conld the works of mortal pride confound, Straight hover round the Fair her airy band : And hew triumphal arches to ile ground. Some, as she sippel, the funing liquor fann'd; What wonder, then, fair Nyınph! thy hairsshould Some o'er her lap their careful plumes display'd, The conqu’ring force of unresisted steel? [feel Trembling, and conscious of the rich brocade. Coffee (which makes the politician wise,

[presed, Au see thro' all things with his half-shut eyes) But anxious cares the pensive wyniph opSent up in vapors to the Baron's brain

And secret passe os labor'd in her breast. New stratagems, the radiant Lock to gain. Not youthful kings in banle seis'd alive, ih cease, rash youth! desist ere 'tis too late, Not scornful virgins why their charms survive. Fear the just gods, and think of Scylla's fate ! Not ardent lorers robb’d of all their bliss, Chang’d to a bird, and sent to flit in air, Notantient ladies when refus'd a kiss, She early pays for Nisus' injur'd hair! Not tyrants fierve that unrepenting die,

But when to ixchief mortals bend their will, Not Cynchia wlien her mantua's pinn'd awry, How soon they find fit instruments of ill! E'er felt such raze, reseniment, and despair, Just when Clarissa drew with tempting grace, As thou, sad Virgin! for thy ravishd Hair. A two-edg'd weapon from her shining case : For that sad moment when the Sylphs with. So Ladies, in romance, assist their Knight, And Ariel weeping from Belinda few. (drew, Present the spear, and arm him for the night. Uinbriel, a dusky mclancholy sprite, He takes the gift with rev'rence, and extends As ever sullied the fair face of light, The little engine on his fingers' ends ;

Down to the central carth, his proper scene, This just behind Belinda's neck he spread, Repair’d 10 search the gloomy cave of Spleen. As o'er the fragrant steam she bends her head. Swift on his sooty pinions Aits the Gnome, Swist to the Lock a thousand sprites repair, And in a vajor reach'd the dismal dome. A thousand wings, by turns, blow back the hair; No cheerful breeze this sullen region knows; And thrice they twitch'd the diamond in her ear; The dreadful East is all the wind ibat blows. Thrice shy looks back, and thrice the foe drew Here, in a grotto, shelter'd close from air, Just in that instant, anxious Ariel sought (near. And screen d in shades from day's detested glare, The close recesses of the Virgin's thought: She sighs for ever on her pensive bed, As on the nosegay in her breast reclind, Pain on her side, and Megrim at her head.(place, He watchi'd the ideas rising in her mind.

'Two handmaids wait the throne ! alike in Sudden be view'd, in spite of all her art, But diffʻring far in figure and in face. An earthly Lover lurking in her heart.

Here stood Ill-nature, like an antient maid, Amazil

, confus’d, he found his pow'r expir’d; Her wrinkled form in black and white array'd, Resign'it 10 fite, and with a sigh retir’d. (wide, With store of pray’rs for mornings, nights, and

The Peer now spreads the gliti'ring forfex
T inclose the Lock; now joins it to divide. Her hand is fill'd; her bosom with lampoons.




There Affectation, with a sickly mien, Belinda burns with more than mortal ire, Shows in lier cheek ihe roses of eighteen ; And fierce Thalestris fans the rising fire. [cried, Practis'il to lisp, and hang the head aside, O wretched maid ! she spread her hands, and Faints into airs, and languishes with pride; (While Hampton's echoes Wretched inaid teOn the rich quilt sinks with becoming woe, Was it for this you took such constant care (plied) W'rape in a gown, for sickness and for show. The bodkin, comb, and essence to prepare : The fair ones feel such maladies as these, For this your Locks in paper durance bound, When each new night-elress gives a new disease. For this with tort'ring irons wreathi'd around?

A constant vapor o'er the palace flies, For this with fillets strain'd vour tender head, Strange phantoms rising as the mists arise ; And bravely bore the double loads of lead! Dreadful as hermits dreams in haunted shades, Gods! shall the ravisher display your hair, Or bright as visions of expiring maids :: While the fops envy, and the ladies stare ! Now glaring fieruls, and snakes on rolling spires, Honor forbid'! at whose unrivall'd shrine Palc spectres, gaping tombs, and purple tires; Ease, pleasure, virtue, all our sex resigu. Now lakes of liquid gold, Elysian scenes,

Methinks already I your tears survey, And crysial domes, and angels and machines. Already hear the horrid things they say ;

L'nnumber'd throngs on ev'ry side are seen Already see you a degraded toast, Of boilies chang'd 10 various forins by Spleen. And all your honor in a whisper Jost! llere living tea-pois stand, one arm held out, How shall I, then, your helpless fame defend : One bent; the handle this, and that the spout: Twill then be infuny lo scem your friend ! A pipkin thcre, like Homer's tripod, walks ; And shall this prize, tlı' inestimable prize; llere sighs a jar, and there a goose-pye talks ; Expos'd thro' crystal to the gazing eyes, Men prove with child, as powerful fancy works, And heighten'd by the diamond's circling rays, And inaids, turn'd bottles, call aloud for corks. On that rapacious hand for ever blaze? Safe pass’d the Gnomethiro' this fantastic band, Sooner shall grass in Hyde-park Circus grow, A branch of healing spleenwort in his hand : And wits take lodgings in the soul of Bow; Then thus address'd the Pow'r:- llail, way. Sooner let carth, air, sea, to chaos fall; ward Queen!

Men, monkeys, lapdogs, parrots, perish all! Who rule the sex to fisty from fifteen :

She said ; then raging to Sir Plume repurs, Parent of rapors, and of female wit,

And bids her beau demand the precious hairs; Who gives th' hysteric or poetic fit;

(Sir Plume of amber snuff-box justly rain, On various icmpers act, by various ways,

And the nice conduct of a clouded cane): Make some take physic, others scribblc plays ; With earnest eyes, and round unthinking face; Who cause the proud thșir visits to delay, He first the snufl-box open'd, then the case. · And send the godly in a pet to pray,

And thus broke out-"My Lord, why, whaithe A Nymph there is, that all thy pow'r disdains,

“ devil!

[“ must be civil ! And thousand more in equal inirth maintains. “ 2-ds! damn the Lock! 'fore Gact, you Bai, oh! if c'er thy Gnome could spoil a grace, ** Plagne on't! 'tis past a jest-nay, prithee, pox! Or raise a pimple on a betutenus face, Gic her the hair?”– he spoke, and rappd Like citron-waters matrons cheeks inflame,

his box. Or change complexions at a losing game; It grieves ine much (replied the Peer again) If e'er with hairy horos I planted heads, Who speaks so well should ever speak in vain ; Or rumpled petticoats, or iumbled beds, But by this Lock, this sacred Lock, I swear, Or caus'd suspicion when no sonl was rude, (Which never more shall join its parted hair; Or discompos'd the head-dress of a prude, Which never more its honors shall renew, Or c'er to costive lapdog gave disease, Clipp'd froin the lovely head where late it

Which not the tears of brightest eyes could ease, That while my nostrils draw the vital air,
Hear me, and touch Belinda with chagrin : This hand, which won it, shall for ever wear.
That single act gives haltahe world the spleen. He spoke, and speaking in proud triumph spread

The goddess, with a discontented air, The long-contended honors of her head.
Seems to reject him, tho’she grant his pray’r. But I'mbriel, hateful Gnome! forbear not so,
A wond'rous bag with both her hands she binds, lie breaks the vial whence the sorrows flow.
Like that where once Ulysses held the winds ; Then, see! the nymph in beauteousgriefappears,
There she collects the force of female lungs, Her eyes half-languishing balf-elrown'd in tcars :
Sighs, sobs, and passions, and the war of tongues, On her heavid bosom hung her drooping hend,
A vial next she fills with fainting fears, Which with a sigh she rais'd, and thus she said.
Soft sorrows, melting griefs, and flowing tears. For ever curs'd be this detested day,
The Gnome rejoicing bears her gifts away, Which snatch'd my best, my fav’rite curlaway!
Spreads his black wings, and slowly mounts to Happy, ah ten times happy, had I been,

If Hampton-Court these eyes had never seen! Sunk in 'Thalestris

' arms the Nymph he found, Yet am not I the first misiaken maid Her

eyes dejected, and her hair unbound: By love of courts to num'rous ills betray'd. Full o'er their heads the swelling bag he rent, Oh, had I rather unaclmir'd remain’d And all the Furies issued at the vent.

In some lone isle, or distant northern land :


Where the guilt chariot never marks the way, All side in parties, and begin th' attack : (cracki
Where none learn Ombre, none e'er taste bobea; Hans clap, sills rustle, and tough whalchones
There kept my charmis conceal'd from morialeye, Heroes' and heroines' shouts confus'dly rise,
Like roses that in desarts bloom and die. And bass and treble voices strike the skics.
What mov'dmyinind withyouthfullords to roam? No common weapons in their hands are found ;
O had I stay'd, and said my pray’rs at home! Like gods they fight, nor dread a mortal wound.
"Twas this the inorning oinens seem'd to tell : So when bold Homer makes the gods engage,
Thrice from my trenibling hand thepatch-boxfell; And heavenly breasts with human passions rage,

The touring China shook without a wind; Gaiust Pallas, Vars; Latona, Hermes, anos;
Nay Poll sal mute, and Shock was most unkind! Ind all Olympus rings with loud alarms ;
A sylph too warn'd mne of the threats of Fate, Jove's Uunder roars, hear'n trembles all around,
In mystic visions, now believ'd lov late! BlueNeptune storms, thebellowingdeepsresound
See the

poor remnant of these slighted hairs ! Fartir siiakes hervodding tow'rs, the ground gives My hand shall rend what ev'n thy rapine spares: And the pale zhosis start at the flash of day: [way, These, in two sable ringlets taught io brcali, 'Triumi hant Umbriel on a sconce's height Once gave new beauties to the snowy neck ; Clapp'd his glad wings, and sat to view the fight: The sisier lock now sits uncouth alone, Propt on their bodhin spears, the sprites survey And in its fellow's fate foresees its own ; The growing combat, or assist the fray. Uncurl'd it hangs, the fatal slicers demands, While thro'ibe prens enrag d Thalestris frics; And tempts once more thy sacrilegious hands. And scatters deadı around from both her eyes Oh hadst thou, cruel! been content to seisc

A beau and willing perish'd in the throny; Hairs less in sight, or any hairs but these ! One died in metaplıor, and oue in song.

“Oh cruel nymph! a living death I bear," CANTO V.

Cried Dapperwit, and sunk beside lis chair. She said: the pitying audience melt in tears. A mournful glance Sir Topling upwards cast; But Fate and Jove had stopp'd the Baron's ears. " Those eyes are made so killing!" tras his lasi. In vain 'Thalestris with reproach assails; Thus on Sleander's flow'ry margin lies For who can move when fair Belinda fails?

Th'expiring Swan, and as lie sings lic dies. Not half so fix'd the 'Trojan could remain, When bold Sir Plume haddrawn Clarissa down, While Anna beog’d, and Dido rag'd in vain. Chloe stepp'd in, and kill'd him with a frowns Then grave Clarissa graceful wav'd her fan; She smild 10 sec the doughty hero slain ; Silence ensu'd, and thus the nymph begau : But, at her smile, the beau reviv'd again.

Say, why are beautics prais dand honor'd most, Now Jove suspends his golden scales in air, The wise man's passion, and thevain man's loast? Weighs the men's writs against the lady's hair; Why deck'd with all that land and sea afford, The doubtful beam long nods from side to side ; Whyangels call'd, and angel-like ador’d? [beaux, At length the wits mount up, the hairs subside. Why round our coaches crowd the white-glov'd See fierce Belinda on the Baron flies, Why bows the side box from its inmost rows. With more than usual lightning in her cyes : How vain are all these glories, all our painas, Nor seard the chief th' unequal right to try, Unless good sense preserve what beauty gains : Who sought no more than on his foe to die. That men may say, when we the front-box grace, But this bold lord, with manly strength endued, Behold the first in virtue as in face !

She with one finger and a thumb subdued : Oh! if to dance all night, and dress all day, Just where the breath of life his nostrils drew, Charm’d the small pox, or chas’d old age away, A charge of snuff the wily virgin threw; Who would not scorn what housewife's cares 'The Gnomes direct, to ev'ry atoın just, produce,

The pungent grains of titillating dust. Or who would learn one earthly thing of use ? Sudden with starling tears each eye o'crfons, To patch, nay ogle, might become a saint; And the high done re-echoes to his nose. Nor could it sure be such a sin to paint.

Now mcet thy fate, inceus'd Belinda cried, But since, alas ! frail beauty must decay, And drew her deadly bodkin from her side Curl'd or uncurl'd, since locks will turn to grey; (The same, his antient personage to deck, Since painted, or not painted, all shall fade; Her great great-grandsire wore about his neck, And she who scorns a man must die a maid; In three seal rings ; which, after melted down, What then remains, but well our pow'r to use, Form'd a vast buck le for his widow's gown : And keep good humor still, whate'er we lose? Her infant grand-dames whistle next it grew, And trust me, dear! good hunior can prevail, The bells she jingled, and the whistle blew i When airs, and fights, and screams, and scolding Then in a bodkin grac'd her mother's hairs, fail,

Which long she wore, and now Belinda wears). Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; Boast not my fall, he cried, insulting foe! Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul. Thou by some others shall be laid as low:.

So spoke the dame, but no applause ensued; Nor think, lo die dejects my lofty inind; Belinda frown'd, Thalestris call á her Prude. All that I dread is leaving you behind! To arms, to arms! the fierce Virago cries, Rather than so, ah let vie still survive, And swift as lightning to the combat flies. And burn in Cupid's flancs - but burn alive.


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