21 This Nymph, to the deftruction of mankind, Nourish'd two Locks, which graceful hung behind In equal curls, and well confpir'd to deck With fhining ringlets the smooth iv'ry neck. Love in thefe labyrinths his flaves detains, And mighty hearts are held in flender chains. With hairy springes we the birds betray, Slight lines of hair furprize the finny prey, Fair treffes man's imperial race infnare, And beauty draws us with a fingle hair. 25 30 35 Th' advent'rous Baron the bright locks admir'd; He faw, he wish'd, and to the prize aspir'd. Refolv'd to win, he meditates the way, By force to ravish, or by fraud betray; For when fucceís a Lover's toil attends, Few afk, if fraud or force attain'd his ends. For this, ere Phoebus rofe, he had implor'd Propitious heav'n, and ev'ry pow'r ador'd, But chiefly Love-to Love an Altar built, Of twelve vaft French Romances, neatly gilt. There lay three garters, half a pair of gloves; And all the trophies of his former loves; With tender Billet-doux he lights the pyre, And breathes three am'rous fighs to raise the fire. Then proftrate falls, and begs with ardent eyes Soon to obtain, and long poffefs the prize: IMITATIONS. 40 The VER. 25. With hairy Springes] In allufion to Anacreon's manner. VER. 28. with a fingle hair.] In allufion to those lines of Hudibras, applied to the fame purpose, And tho' it be a two foot Trout, The pow'rs gave ear, and granted half his pray'r, 46. 50 But now secure the painted veffel glides, The fun-beams trembling on the floating tides: While melting music steals upon the sky, And foften'd founds along the waters die ; Smooth flow the waves, the Zephyrs gently play, Belinda fmil'd, and all the world was gay. All but the Sylph-with careful thoughts oppreft, Th' impending woe fat heavy on his breast. He fummons ftrait his Denizens of air; The lucid fquadrons round the fails repair; Soft o'er the shrouds aërial whispers breathe, That feem'd but Zephyrs to the train beneath. Some to the fun their infect-wings unfold, Waft on the breeze, or fink in clouds of gold; Transparent forms, too fine for mortal fight, Their fluid bodies half diffolv'd in light. Loose to the wind their airy garments flew, Thin glitt'ring textures of the filmy dew, Dipt in the richeft tincture of the skies, Where light difports in ever-mingling dyes, While ev'ry beam new tranfient colours Alings, Colours that change whene'er they wave their wings. Amid the circle, on the gilded mast, 61 65 Superior by the head, was Ariel plac'd; ༡༠ His purple pinions op'ning to the fun, He rais'd his azure wand, and thus begun. Ye IMITATIONS. VER. 45. The pow'rs gave ear,] Virg. Æn. xi. 5 P. Ye Sylphs and Sylphids, to your chief give ear, Fays, Fairies, Genii, Elves, and Dæmons hear! Ye know the spheres and various tasks affign'd By laws eternal to th' aërial kind. Some in the fields of pureft Æther play, And bask and whiten in the blaze of day. 75 80 Some guide the course of wand'ring orbs on high, Not a lefs pleafing, tho' lefs glorious care; 85 91 To draw fresh colours from the vernal flow'rs; 95 100 This day, black Omens threat the brightest Fair That e'er deferv'd a watchful spirit's care; But what, or where, the fates have wrapt in night. 4. Whether Whether the nymph shall break Diana's law, 105 Or whether Heav'n has doom'd that Shock muft fall. Hafte then, ye fpirits! to your charge repair: 110 115 121 To fifty chofen Sylphs, of special note, We truft th' important charge, the Petticoat: Oft have we known that feven-fold fence to fail, Tho' stiff with hoops, and arm'd with ribs of whale; Form a ftrong line about the filver bound, And guard the wide circumference around. Whatever spirit, carelefs of his charge, His poft neglects, or leaves the fair at large, Shall feel sharp vengeance foon o'ertake his fins, Be ftop'd in vials, or transfix'd with pins; Or plung❜d in lakes of bitter washes lie, Or wedg'd whole ages in a bodkin's eye: VBR. 119. IMITATIONS. 126 Gums clypei dominus feptemplicis Ajax. Ovid. VER. 121. about the filver bound] In allufion to the fhield of Achilles, Thus the broad field complete the Artist crown'd, ·And beat the Buckler's verge, and bound the whole. Gums and Pomatums fhall his flight reftrain, He fpoke; the fpirits from the fails defcend; 131 135 140 THE |