But fince, alas! frail beauty must decay, 25 Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; 30 Charms strike the fight, but merit wins the foul. 41 Fans clap, filks rufsle, and tough whalebones crack So when bold Homer makes the Gods engage, 'Gainft VER. 45. So when bold Homer] Homer, Il. xx. VARIATIONS. P. VER. 37. To arms, to arms!] From hence the first Edition goes on to the Conclufion, except a very few short infertions added, to keep the Machinery in view to the end of the poem. P. IMLTATIONS. VER. 35. So fpoke the Dame,] It is a verfe frequently repeated in Homer after any speech, Se poke and all the Heroes applauded. P. 47 'Gainft Pallas, Mars; Latona, Hermes arms; way, And the pale ghofts start at the flash of day! Triumphant Umbriel on a fconce's height While thro' the prefs enrag'd Thalestris flies, 56 60 65 When bold Sir Plume had drawn Clariffa down, Chloe stepp'd in, and kill'd him with a frown; M 2 She VER. 53. Triumphant Umbriel] These four lines added, for the reafon before mentioned. P. IMITATIONS. VER. 53. Triumphant Umbriel] Minerva in like manner, during the Battle of Ulyffes with the, Suitors in Odyff. perches on a beam of the roof to behold it. P. VER. 64, Thofe eyes are made fo killing] The words of a Song in the Opera of Camilla. P. VER. 65. Thus on Mæander's flow'ry margin lies] Ad vada Maandri concinit albus olor. Ov. Ep. P. .to She fmil'd to see the doughty heroe flain, Now Jove fufpends his golden fcales in air, See fierce Belinda on the Baron flies, 70 75 80 Sudden, with starting tears each eye o'erflows, 85 90 Then VER. 71 Now Jove, etc.] Vid. Homer II. viii, and P. ΙΜΙΤΑΤΙΘ Ν 3. VER 83. The Gnames direct,] These two lines added P. VER. 89. The fame, his ancient perfonage to deck ] In P. 6 Then in a bodkin grac'd her mother's hairs, 95 100 Boaft not my fall (he cry'd) infulting foe! Thou by fome other shalt 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. 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 cross'd, And chiefs contend 'till all the prize is loft! The Lock, obtain'd with guilt, and kept with pain, In ev'ry place is fought, `but fought in vain: With fuch a prize no mortal must be blest, So heav'n decrees! with heav'n who can contest? 105 110 Some thought it mounted to the Lunar sphere, Since all things loft on earth are treafur'd there. There Hero's wits are kept in pond'rous vafes, And Beau's in fnuff-boxes and tweezer-cafes. 116 There broken vows, and death-bed alms are found, And lovers hearts with ends of ribband 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 yoak a flea, Dry'd butterflies, and tomes of casuistry. But truft the Mufe-fhe faw it upward rise, Tho' mark'd by none, but quick, poetic eyes; M 3 120 (So VER. 114. Since all things loft] Vid. Ariofto. Canto (So Rome's great founder to the heav'ns withdrew, To Proculus alone confefs'd in view) A fudden Star, it shot thro' liquid air, 126 The heav'ns befpangling with difhevel'd light. 130 The Sylphs behold it kindling as it flies, And pleas'd pursue its progress thro' the skies. This the Beau monde fhall from the Mall furvey, And hail with mufic its propitious ray. 135 This the bleft Lover fhall for Venus take, Which adds new glory to the fhining sphere! 140 For, VER. 137. This Partridge foon] John Partridge was a ridiculous Star-gazer, who in his Almanacks every year never fail'd to predict the downfal of the Pope, and the King of France, then at war with the English, P. VARIATIONS. VER. 131. The Sylphs behold] Thefe two lines added for the fame reason to keep in view the Machinery of the Foem. P. VER. 128. Stella micat. IMITATIONS. Flammiferumque trahens fpatiofo limite crinem Ovid. |