vengeance with an eager pace, ke thunder on the proftrate Ace. exulting filis with thouts the sky; ale woods, and long canals reply.

Lets mortals! ever blind to fate, dejected, and too foon elate,

the honours shall be snatch'd away, sandurever this victorious day.[crown'd, the board with cups and fpoons is cackie, and the mill turns round: itars of Japan they raise ap; the fiery spirits blaze: pouts the grateful liquors glide, kura's earth receives the imoking tide: ey gratify their scent and taste, ent cups prolong the rich repait. over round the Fair her airy band: ahe fipp'd, the fuming liquor fann'd; Jer her lap their careful plumes difplay'd, g, and confcious of the rich brocade. (wich make the polician wife,

re thro' all things with his half-fhut eyes) in virous to the Baron's brain atagems, the radiant Lock to gain. e, rith youth! defift ere 'tis too late, the fut gods, and think of Scylla's fate! to a bird, and sent to flit in air, any pays for Nifus' injur'd hair! But when to mischief mortals bend their will, **n they find fit inftruments of ill! zen Clariffa drew with tempting grace, d'd weapon from her fhining cafe: ts, in romance, affift their Knight, the spear, and arm him for the fight. the gift with rev'rence, and extends e engine on his fingers ends; theland Belinda's neck he fpread,

fragrant fteam fhe bends her head. the Lock a thousand sprites repair, and wings, by turns, blow back the hair; they twitch'd the diamond in her ear; ***e looks back, and thrice the foe drew] # that inftant, anxious Ariel fought [near. ace recelles of the Virgin's thought: the nofegay in her breast reclin'd, watch'd the ideas riting in her mind. denne view'd, in fpite of all her art, aly Lover lurking at her heart. *^a^, confus'd, he found his pow'r expir'd; to fate, and with a figh retir'd. [wide, TePeer now fpreads the glitt'ring forfex what the Lock; now joins it to divide.

Ev'n then before the fatal engine clos'd,
A wretched Sylph too fondly interpos'd;
Fate urg'd the fheers, and cut the Sylph in
But airy fubftance foon unites again; (twain,
The meeting points the facred hair diffever
From the fair head, for ever, and for ever!

Then flash'd the livinglightning from her eyes,
And icreams of horror rend the affrighted skies.
Not louder fhrieks to pitying heaven are caft,
When husbands or when lapdogs breath their
laft;

Or when rich China veffels, fallen from high,
In glitt'ring duft and painted fragments lie!

Let wreathsof triumph now my temples twine,
The Victor cried: the glorious prize is mine!
While fifh in ftreams, or birds delight in air,
Or in a coach and fix the British Fair,
As long as Atalantis fhall be read,
Or the mall pillow grace a Lady's bed;
While vifits thall be paid on folemn days, [blaze;
When num'rous wax-lights in bright order
While nymphs take treats, or affignations give,
So long my honour, name, and praife thall live!
What Time would fpare, from steel receives its
And monuments,like men, fubmit to fate! [date,
Steel could the labour of the gods deitroy,
And ftrike to duit th'imperial tow'rs of Troy;
Steel could the works of mortal pride confound,
And hew triumphal arches to the ground.
What wonder,then,fair Nymph! thy hairs should
The conqu'ring force of unrefifted iteel? [feel

CANTO IV.

[prefs'd,
BUT anxious cares the penfive nymph op-
And fecret paffions labour'd in her breast.
Not youthful kings in battle feiz'd alive,
Not fcornful virgins who their charms furvive.
Not ardent lovers robb'd of all their blifs,
Not ancient ladies when refus`d a kifs,
Not tyrants fierce that unrepenting die,
Not Cynchia when her mantua's pinn'd awry,
E'er felt fuch rage, refentinent, and despair,
As thou, fad Virgin! for thy ravith'd Hair.

For that fad moment when the Sylphs with-
And Ariel weeping from Belinda flew. [drew,
Umbriel, a dutky melancholy fprite,
As ever fullied the fair face of light,
Down to the central earth, his proper fcene,
Repair'd to fearch the gloomy cave of Spleen.

Swift on his footy pinions flits the Gnome,
And in a vapour reach'd the difmal dome.
No cheerful breeze this fullen region knows;
The dreaded Eaft is all the wind that blows.
Here, in a grotto shelter'd close from air,
And screen'd in fhades from day's deteited glare,
She fighs for ever on her penfive bed,
Pain at her fide, and Megrim at her head. [place,

Two handmaids wait the throne; alike in
But diff'ring far in figure and in face.
Here stood Ill-nature, like an ancient maid,
Her wrinkled form in black and white array`d;
With store of pray'rs for mornings, nights, and

A Nymph there is, that all thy pow'r difdains,
And thousands more in equal mirth maintains."
But, oh! if e'er thy Gnome conld fpoil a grace,
Or raise a pimple on a beauteous face,
Like citron-waters matrons cheeks inflame,
Or change complexions at a lofing game;
If e'er with hairy horns I planted heads,
Or rumpled petticoats, or tumbled beds,
Or caus'd fufpicion when no foul was rude,
Or discompos'd the head-drefs of a prude,
Or e'er to coftive lapdog gave difeale,
Which not the tears of brighteft eyes could eafe;
Hear me, and touch Belinda with chagrin.
That fingle act gives half the world the fplecn.
The goddess, with a difcontented air,
Stems to reject him, tho' fhe grant his pray'r.
A wond'rous bag with both her hands the binds,
Like that where once Ulyffes held the winds;
There the collects the force of female lungs,
Sighs, fobs, and paflions, and the war of tongues.
A vial next fhe fills with fainting fears,

Soft forrows, melting griefs, and flowing tears.
The Gnome rejoicing bears her gifts away,
Spreads his black wings, and flowly mounts to
day.

Sunk in Thaleftris arms the Nymph he found,
Her eyes dejected, and her hair unbound:
Full o'er their heads the fwelling bag he rent,
And all the Furies iffed at the vent.

Wheth gilt chariot never marks the way,
Warn Ombre, none e'er tafte bohea
charms conceal'd frommortal eye,
that in deferts bloom and die.
wanymindwithyouthful lordstoroam?
ay'd, and faid my pray'rs at home!
the morning omens feem'd to tell:
tremblinghandthepatch-box fell;
China thook without a wind;
Pate, and Shock was moft unkind!
Aybarn'd me of the threats of Fate
uns, now believ'd too late!
emnants of thefe flighted hairs!
arend what ev'n thy rapinefpares:
two fible ringlets taught to break,
ezen belaties to the inowy neck;
lock now fits uncouth alone,

tellow's fate forefees its own; 4tangs, the fatal theers demands, its once more thy facrilegious hands. #hou. cruel! been content to seize sight, or any hairs but these !

CANTO V.

the pitying audience melt in tears.

All fide in parties, and begin th' attack: [crack;
Fans clap, filks ruftle, and tough whalebones
Heroes' and heroines' fhouts confus'dly rise,
And bafs and treble voices ftrike the skies.
No common weapons in their hands are found;
Like gods they fight, nor dread a mortal wound.
So when bold Homer makes the gods engage,
And heavenly breafts with human paffions rage,
'Gainft Pallas, Mars; Latona, Hermes, arms;
And all Olympus rings with loud alarms;
Jove's thunder roars,heav'n trembles all around,
BlueNeptuneftorms,thebellowingdeeps refound:
Earth fhakesher noddingtow'rs,the ground gives
And the pale ghofts start at the flath of day [way,
Triumphant Umbriel on a fconce's height
Clapp'd his glad wings,and fat to view the fight:
Propt on their bodkin fpears, the fprites furvey
The growing combat, or aflift the fray.

While thro' the prefs enrag'd Thaleftris flies,
And fcatters death around from both her eyes,
A beau and witling rerifh'd in the throng;
One died in metaphor, and one in fong.
"Oh cruel nymph! a living death I bear,"
Cried Dapperwit, and funk befide his chair.
A mournful glance Sir Fopling upwards caft;

and Jove had stopp'd the Baron's ears." Thofe eyes are made fo killing!" was his last.

Tetris with reproach affails;

can move when fair Belinda fails? - fix'd the Trojin could remain, Anna begg`d, and Dido rag`d in vain. e Clariffa graceful wav'd her fan ef'd, and thus the nymph began: rebeauties prais'dand honour'dmoft, n's paision,and the vain man's toaft? d with all that land and sea aflord, ad,and angel-like ador'd? [beaux, coaches crowd the white-glov’d e fide box from its inmoft rows? all these glories, all our pains, fense preserve what beauty gains : aytay, when we the front-box grace, el in virtue as in face! tance all night, and dress all day, the fmall pox, or chas'd old age away, d not fcorn what housewife's cares Produce,

uld learn one earthly thing of use? ch may ogie, might become a faint; it fure be fuch a fin to paint. at, alas! frail beauty muft decay; arcuri'd, fince locks will turn to grey, *ated, or not painted, all fhall fade;

who fcorns a man muft die a maid; ten remains, but well our pow'r to ufe, rep good humour still, whate'er we lofe? me, dear! good-humour can prevail, ir, andflights,and fcreams, and fcolding

in vain their pretty eyes may roll; rike the fight, but merit wins the foul. ke the dame, but no applaufe enfued; afrown'd, Thaleftris calld her Prude. to arms! the fierce Virago cries, wat as lightning to the combat flies,

Thus on Meander's flow'ry margin lies
Th expiring Swan, and as he fings he dies.

Wheu bold Sir Plume haddrawn Clariffadown,
Chloe tepp'd in, and kill'd him with a frown;
She fmil'd to fee the doughty hero flain;
But. at her fmile, the beau reviv'd again.

Now Jove fufpends his golden fcales in air,
Weighs the men's wits against the lady's hair;
The doubtful beam long nods from fide to fide;
At length the wits mount up, the hairs fubfide.
See fierce Belinda on the Baron flies,
With more than ufual lightning in her eyes:
Nor fear'd the chief th' unequal fight to try,
Who fought no more than on his foe to die.
But this bold lord, with manly ftrength endued,
She with one finger and a thumb fubdued :
Juft where the breath of life his noftris drew,
A charge of fnuff the wily virgin threw ;
The Gnomes direct, to ev'ry atom juft,
The pungent grains of titillating duit.
Sudden with starting tears each eye o'erflows,
And the high dome re-echoes to his nofe.

Now meet thy fate, incens'd Belinda cried,
And drew her deadly bodkin from her fide
(The fame, his antient perfonage to deck,
Her great great-grandfire wore about his neck,
In three feal rings; which, after melted down,
Form'd a valt buckle for his widow's gown:
Her infant grand-dames whiftle next it grew,
The bells the jingled, and the whittle blew;
Then in a bodkin grac'd her mother's hairs,
Which long the wore, and now Belinda wears).
Boaft not my fall, he cried, infulting foe!
Thou by fome others fhall be laid as low:
Nor think, to die dejects my lofty mind;
All that I dread is leaving you behind!
Rather than fo, ah let me ftill furvive,
And burn in Cupid's flames-but burn alive.

Reitore

Reftore the Lock! fhe cries; and all around Reftore the Lock! the vaulted roofs rebound.

Not fierce Othello in fo loud a strain
Roar'd for the handkerchief that caus'd his pain.
But fee how oft ambitious aims are crofs'd,
And chiefs contend till all the prize is loft!
The Lock,obtain'd withguilt,andkept with pain,
In ev'ry place is fought, but fought in vain:
With fuch a prize no mortal must be bleft,
So heaven decrees! With heaven who canconteft?
Some thought it mounted to the Lunar (phere,
Since all things loft on earth are treafur'd there.
There hero's wits are kept in pond'rous vates,
And beaux in fnuff-boxes and tweezer-cafes.
There broken vowsand death-bedalms are found,
And lovers hearts with ends of ribbands bound;
The courtier's promifes, and fick man's pray'rs,
The fmiles of harlots, and the tears of heirs,
Cages for gnats, and chains to yoke a flea,
Dried butterflies, and tomes of cafuiftry.

Shore,

Partiefelves must fall, like thofe they fung, |The play may pass-but that strange creature, dear and mute the tuneful tongue. a foul now melts in mournful lays, wont the gen'rous tear he pays; his doing eyes thy form fhall part, a pang fhall tear thee from his heart; de bafinefs at one gafp be o'er,

Te Margot, and thou belov`d no more!

* 12. Prique to Mr. Addison's Tragedy of Cato.
Pope.
foul by tender strokes of art,
genius, and to mend the heart;
ankind in confcious virtue bold,
we each icene, and be what they behold:
the Tragic Mufe first trod the stage,

ing tears to stream thro' ev'ry age;
no more their favage nature kept,
keto virtue wonder'd how they wept.
ter fhuns by vulgar fprings to move
glory, or the virgin's love;
glove we but our weakness shew,
ambition well deferves its woe.

as hail flow from a more gen'rous caufe, sas patriots thed for dying laws :

car breasts with ancient ardour rife, As forth Roman drops from British eyes. a confett in human shape he draws, Plato thought, and godlike Cato was : an object to your fight difplays,

I can't-indeed now-I fo hate a whore-
Juft as a blockhead rubs his thoughtless skull,
And thanks his ftars he was not born a fool,
So from a fifter finner you shall hear,
"How ftrangely you expose yourself, my dear!"
But let me die, all raillery apart,
Our fex are still forgiving at their heart;
And did not wicked cuftom fo contrive,
We'd be the beft good-natur'd things alive.

There are, 'tis true, who tell another tale,
That virtuous ladies envy while they rail;
Such rage without betrays the fire within;
Still hoarding up, moft fcandalously nice,
In fome clofe corner of the foul they fin;

Amidst their virtue's a referve of vice.
The godly dame, who fleshly failings damns,
Scolds with her maid, or with her chaplain crams.
Would you enjoy foft nights and folid dinners,
Faith, gallants, board with faints, and bed with

Well, if our author in the wife offends,[finners.
He has a hutband that will make amends: -
And fure fuch kind good creatures may be living.
He draws him gentle, tender, and forgiving;
In days of old they pardon'd breach of vows;
Plu-Plutarch-what's his name that writes his
Stern Cato's felf was no relentless spouse:
Tells us that Cato dearly lov'd his wife: [life?
Yet if a friend a night or fo fhould need her,
He'd recommend her as a special breeder.

with pleasure Heaven itself furveys-To lend a wife, few here would fcruple make;

fruggling in the storms of fate, falling with a falling itate. gives his little fenate laws, beats not in his country's caufe? matt, but envies ev'ry deed? agroan, and does not with to bleed? Ed Cæfar, 'midft triumphal cars, --nations, and the pomp of wars, , and impotently great, Feber Cato's figure drawn in ftate; and father's rev'rend image pafs'd, was darken'd, and the day o'ercaft; ceas'd, tears gufh'd from ev'ry eye; Ad great victor pafs'd unheeded by; god man dejected Rome ador'd,

ar'd Cæfar's less than Cato's fword. attend: be worth like this approv'd , you have the virtue to be mov'd. Let corn the firft fam'd Cato view'd armingartsfromGreecewhomfhefubdu’d; pecariously fubfifts too long b tranflation and Italian fong. have fenfe yourselves, affert the ftage; m'd with your own native rage: alone thould win a British ear, to's self had not ditin'd to hear.

;

> Elgue to Mr. Rowe's Jane Shore. Pope.
vs this! the frail one of our play
rown fex fhould mercy find to-day!
have held the pretty head afide,
your fans, been ferious thus, and cried.

But, pray, which of you all would take her back?
Tho' with the Stoic chief our stage may ring,
The Stoic husband was the glorious thing.
The man had courage, was a fage, 'tis true,
And lov'd his country-but what's that to you?
But the kind cuckold might inftru&t the city;
Thofe ftrange examples ne'er were made to fit ye,
There many an honeft man may copy Cato,
Who ne'er faw naked word, or look'd in Plato.
If, after all, you think it a difgrace
That Edward's Mifs thus perks it in your face;
To fee a piece of failing fleth and blood
In all the reft fo impudently good;

Faith, let the modeft matrons of the town
Comehere in crowds,andftare the trumpet down.

§14. The Temple of Fame. Pope.
IN that foft feafon, when defcending fhow'rs
Call forth the greens, and wake the rifing
flow'rs;

When op'ning buds falute the welcome day,
And earth relenting feels the genial ray;
As bimy fleep had charm'd my cares to reft,
And love itself was banish'd from my breast,
(What time the morn myfterious vifions brings,
Whilepurerilumbers føread theirgolden wings,)
And, join'd, this intellectual feene compofe:
A train of phantoms in wild order rofe;

I ftood, methought, betwixt earth, feas, and
The whole creation open to my eyes; [kies;
In air felf balanc'd hung the globe below,
Where mountains rite, and circling oceans flow;

Here