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, Then flash'd the livinglightning from her eyes, Or when rich China veffels, fallen from high, Let wreathsof triumph now my temples twine, CANTO IV. [prefs'd, For that fad moment when the Sylphs with- Swift on his footy pinions flits the Gnome, Two handmaids wait the throne; alike in There Affectation, with a fickly mien, Shews in her cheek the roles of eighteen; Practis'd to lifp, and hang the head afide, Faints into airs, and languishes with pride; On the rich quilt finks with becoming woe, Wrapt in a gown, for fickness and for show. The fair ones feel fuch maladies as thefe, When each new night-drefs gives a new difeafe. A conftant vapour o'er the palace flies, Strange phantoms rifing as the mists arife; Dreadful as hermits dreams in haunted fhades, Or bright as vifions of expiring maids : Now glaring fiends, and fnakes on rolling fpires, Pale fpectres, gaping tombs, and purple fires; Now lakes of liquid gold, Elyfian scenes, And crystal domes, and angels in machines. Unnumber'd throngs on ev'ry fide are feen Of bodies chang'd to various forms by Spleen. Here living tea-pots stand, one arm held out, One bent; the handle this, and that the fpout: A pipkin there, like Homer's tripod, walks; Here fighs a jar, and there a goose-pye talks; Men prove with child, as pow'rful fancy works, And maids, turn'd bottles, call aloud for corks. Safe pals'd the Gnome thro'this fantafticband, A branch of healing spleenwort in his hand : Then thus addrefs'd the Pow'r:-Hail, wayward Queen! Who rule the fex to fifty from fifteen : Belinda burns with more than mortal ire, She faid; then raging to Sir Plume repa And bids her beau demand the precious h (Sir Plume of amber fnuff-box juttly vain, And the nice conduct of a clouded cane): With earneft eyes, and round unthinking He first the fnuff-box open'd, then the cai And thus broke out-" My Lord, why, wh "devil! ["must be c Z-ds! damn the Lock! "fore Gad, Plague on't! 'tis past a jeft-nay, prithee, "Give her the hair?"—he spoke, and ra his box. It grieves me much (replied the Peer ag Who fpeaks fo well thould ever fpeak in v But by this Lock, this facred Lock, I fwea (Which never more fhall join its parted ha Which never more its hononrs fhall renew Clipp'd from the lovely head where late it g That while my noftrils draw the vital air, This hand, which won it, fhall for ever we He fpoke,and speaking in proud triumph ip The long-contended honours of her head. A Nymph there is, that all thy pow'r difdains, Soft forrows, melting griefs, and flowing tears. Sunk in Thaleftris arms the Nymph he found, But Umbriel, hateful Gnome! forbear no He breaks the vial whence the forrows flow. Then,fee! the nymph in beauteousgrief appe Her eyeshalf-languithing, half-drown'd in t On her heav'd bofom hung her drooping h Which with a figh the rais'd, and thus the For ever curs'd be this detefted day, Which fnatch'd my beft, my fav'rite curl aw Happy, ah ten times happy, had I been, It Hampton-Court thefe eyes had never fee Yet am not I the first mistaken maid By love of courts to num'rous ills betray'd. Oh, had I rather unadmir'd remain'd In fome lone ifle, or diftant nor.hern land W Wheth gilt chariot never marks the way, 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; While thro' the prefs enrag'd Thaleftris flies, 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 Wheu bold Sir Plume haddrawn Clariffadown, Now Jove fufpends his golden fcales in air, Now meet thy fate, incens'd Belinda cried, Reitore Reftore the Lock! fhe cries; and all around Reftore the Lock! the vaulted roofs rebound. Not fierce Othello in fo loud a strain [drew, But truft the Mufe-fhe faw it upward rife, Tho' mark'd by none but quick poetic eyes: So Rome's great founder to the heavens withTo Proculus alone confeft in view. A fudden ftar, it thot thro' iiquid air, And drew behind a radiant trail of hair. Not Berenice's Locks firft rofe fo bright, The heaven's befpangling with dishevell'd light. The Sylphs beheld it kindling as it flies, And pleas'd purfue its progrefs thro' the skies. This the Beau-monde fhall from the Mall furAnd hail with mufic its propitious ray; [vey, This the bleft Lover fhall for Venus take, And fend up vows from Rofamonda's lake. This Partridge foon fhall view in cloudleis kies, When next he looks thro' Galilæo's eyes;, And hence the egregious wizard hall foredoom The fate of Louis and the fall of Rome. Then ceale, bright Nymph! to mourn thy ra- Which adds new glory to the fbining sphere! Why bade ye elfe, ye pow'rs! her foul. Above the vulgar flight of low defire? Ambition first fprung from your bleft abo The glorious fault of angels and of gods! Thence to their images on earth it flows, And in the breasts of kings and heroes glo Moft fouls 'tis true, but peep out once an Dull, fullen pris'ners in the body's cage; Dim lights of life, that burn a length of Ufelefs, unfeen, as lamps in fepulchres; Like eaftern kings, a lazy ftate they keep, And clofe confin'd in their own palace fle From these perhaps (ere Nature bade her Fate fnatch'd her early to the pitying sky. As into air the purer fpirits flow, And fep'rate from their kindred dregs belo So flew the foul to its congenial place, Nor left one virtue to redeem her race. But thou falfe guardian of a charge too g Thou mean deferter of thy brother's bloo See on thefe ruby lips the trembling breat Thefe cheeks, now fading at the blast of d Cold is that breathwhich warm'd theworldbe And thofe love-darting eyes muft roll no: Thus, if eternal Justice rules the bail, Thus thall your wives and thu your childre On all the line a fudden vengeance waits, And frequent hearfes fhall beliege your gat There pallengers shall stand; and pointing (While the long fun'rals blacken all the w Lo! thefe were they whofe foulsthe Furiesto And curs'd with heartsunknowing how toy Thus unlamented pass the proud away, The gaze of fools, and pageant of a day! So perifh all whofe breaft ne'er learn'd to For others good or melt at others woe. What can atone, oh ever-injur'd fhade! Thy fate unpitied, and thy rites unpaid? No friend's complaint, no kind domestic te Pleas'd thy pale ghost,or grac'dthymournful By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn Byftrangers honour'd, and by ftrangersmour What tho' no friends in fable weeds appear, Grieve for an hour, perhaps then mournay And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances and the public fhow; What tho' no weeping loves thy afhes grat Nor polifh'd marble emulate thy face; What tho' no facred earth allow thee room, Nor hallow'd dirge be mutter'd o'er thy to Yet thall thy grave with rifing flow'rs be dre And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast There fhall the morn her earliest tears betto There the firit roses of the year fhall blow; While angels with their filver wings o'erfhad The ground, now facred by thy reliques m So peaceful refts, without a stone, a name What once had beauty, titles, wealth and fa How lov'd, how honour'd once, avails thee Te whom related, or by whom begot: A heap of duft alone remains of thee; 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud fhall be 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. ing tears to stream thro' ev'ry age; 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- There are, 'tis true, who tell another tale, Amidst their virtue's a referve of vice. Well, if our author in the wife offends,[finners. 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. But, pray, which of you all would take her back? Faith, let the modeft matrons of the town §14. The Temple of Fame. Pope. When op'ning buds falute the welcome day, I ftood, methought, betwixt earth, feas, and Here |