And fhall this prize, th' ineftimable prize, Men, monkeys, lap-dogs, parrots, perish all! 120 With earnest eyes, and round unthinking face, 125 = And thus broke out-" My Lord, why, what the "devil? "Z-ds! damn the lock! 'fore Gad, you must be 66 "civil! Plague on't! 'tis paft a jeft-nay prithee, pox! "Give her the hair"-he spoke, and rapp'd his box. It grieves me much (reply'd the Peer again) 131 Who fpeaks fo well fhould ever speak in vain. But by this Lock, this facred Lock I swear, (Which never more shall join its parted hair; Which never more its honours shall renew, Clip'd from the lovely head where late it grew) IMITATIONS. 135 VER. 133. But by this Lock,] In allufion to Achilles's oath in Homer, Il. i. That while my noftrils draw the vital air, 140 But Umbriel, hateful Gnome! forbears not fo; Which fnatch'd my beft, my fav'rite curl away! If Hampton-Court these eyes had never seen! 150 By love of Courts to num'rous ills betray'd. 155. In forme lone ifle, or diftant Northern land ; Where the gilt Chariot never marks the way, Where none learn Ombre, none e'er taste Bohea! There kept my charms conceal'd from mortal eye, Like rofes, that in deferts bloom and die. VER. 141. But Umbriel, bateful Gnome! forbears not fo; He breaks the Vial whence the forrows flow.] These two lines are additional; and affign the caufe of the different operation on the Paffions of the two Ladies. The poem went on before without that diftinction, as without any Machinery to the end of the Canto. What mov'd my mind with youthful Lords to roam ? O had I ftay'd, and faid my pray'rs at home! 160 'Twas this, the morning omens feem'd to tell, Thrice from my trembling hand the patch-box fell; The tott'ring China fhook without a wind, 170 Nay Poll fat mute, and Shock was most unkind! 175 THE RAPE of the LOCK. CANTO V. HE faid: the pitying audience melt in tears. In vain Thaleftris with reproach affails, For who can move when fair Belinda fails? II Say why are Beauties prais'd and honour'd moft, The wife man's paffion, and the vain man's toast ? Why deck'd with all that land and fea afford, Why Angels call'd, and Angel-like ador'd? Why round our coaches croud the white-glov'd Beaux, Why bows the fide-box from its inmost rows? VARIATIONS. VER. 7. Then grave Clarifja, etc.] A new Character introduced in the fubfequent Editions, to open more clearly the MORAL of the Poem, in a parody of the fpeech of Sarpedon to Glaucus in Homer, 5 15 How vain are all these glories, all our pains, Unless good fense preserve what beauty gains: That men may fay, when we the front box grace, Behold the firft in virtue as in face! Oh! if to dance all night, and dress all day, Charm'd the small-pox, or chas'd old-age away; 20 Who would not fcorn what housewife's cares produce, 25 Or who would learn one earthly thing of use? Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll ; Charms ftrike the fight, but merit wins the foul. So fpoke the Dame, but no applause enfu'd; 35 Belinda frown'd, Thaleftris call'd her Prude. IMITATIONS. VER. 35. So fpoke the Dame,] It is a verfe frequently re peated in Homer after any specch, So fpoke and all the Heroes applauded. |