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RAPE of the LOCK .
HE said : the pitying audience melt in tears.
But Fate and Jove had stopp'd the Baron's ears. In vain Thalestris with reproach affails, For who can move when fair Belinda fails ? Not half so fix'd the Trojan could remain, 5 While Anna begg’d and Dido rag'd in vain. Then grave Clariffa graceful wav'd her fan; Silence ensu'd, and thus the nymph began.
Say why are Beauties prais'd and honour'd mosto The wise man's passion, and the vain man's toast ?
VARIATIONS. Ver. 7. Then grave Clarisa, etc.) A new Character introduced in the subsequent Editions, to open more clearly the MORAL of the Poem, in a parody of the speech of Sarpedon to Glaucus in Homer. P.
Why boast we, Glaucus! our extended reign,
foaming bowls with purer nectar crown'd,
Why deck'd with all that land and sea afford,
Why on those foores are we with joy survey'd;
Admir'd as heroes, and as Gods obey'd;
The first in valour, as the first in place :
But since, alas! ignoble age must come,
Or let us glory gain, or glory give.
But since, alas! frail beauty must decay, 25
30 And trust me, dear! good-humour can prevail, When airs, and fights, and screams, and fcolding
fail. Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; Charms strike the fight, but merit wins the foul.
So spoke the Dame, but no applause enfu'd; 35 Belinda frown'd, Thaleftris call'd her Prude. To arms, to arms! the fierce Virago cries, And swift as lightning to the combat dies. All fide in parties, and begin th' attack; Fans clap, filks rufsle, and tough whalebones crack; Heroes and Heroines shouts confus’dly rise, 41 And base, and treble voices frike the skies. No common weapons in their hands are found, Like Gods they fight, nor dread a mortal wounds
So when bold Homer makes the Gods engage, And heav'nly breasts with human passions rage;
VER. 45. So when bold Homer) Homer, Il. xx. P.
VARIATIONS. VER. 37. To arms, to arms!] From hence the first Edition goes on to the Conclusion, except a very few short insertions added, to keep the Machinery in view to the end of the poem.
IMIT VER: 35. So fpoke the Dame,] It is a verse frequently vepeated in Homer after any speech,
Se /pokemand all the Heroes applauded. P.
'Gainst Pallas, Mars; Latona, Hermes arms; 47
Triumphant Umbriel on a sconce's height
While thro' the press enrag'd Thalestris flies,
When bold Sir Plume had drawn Clariffa down,
Ver. 64. Those eyes are made so killing] The words of
Ad vada Meandri conciñil albus olor. Ov. Ep. Pa
She smild to see the doughty heroe slain,
Now Jove suspends his golden scales in air,
75 With more than usual lightning in her eyes: Nor fear'd the Chief th’ unequal fight to try, Who fought no more than on his fue to die. But this bold Lord with manly strength endu'd, She with one finger and a thumb fubdu'd :
8@ Just where the breath of life his nostrils drew, A charge of Snuff the wily virgin threw; The Gnomes direct, to ev'ry atom just, The pungent grains of titillating duft. Sudden, with starting tears each eye o'erflows, 85 And the high dome re-echoes to his nose.
Now meet thy fate, incens'd Belinda cry'd, And drew a deadly bodkin from her fide. (The same, his ancient personage to deck, Her great great grandfire wore about his neck, go In three seal-rings, which after, melted downg Form'd a vast buckle for his widow's gown: Her infant grandame's whistle next it grew, The bells she jingled, and the whistle blew;
Then Ver.71 Now yove, etc.) Vid. Homer II. vüi, and Virg. Æn. xii.
IMITATIONS. Ver. 83. The Gnames direct,] These two lines added for the above reason.
Ver. 89. The same, his ancient persunage to deck ] In imitation of the progress of Agamemnon's fceptre in Homer, Il. ü.