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RAPE OF THE LOCK.
Close by those meads, for ever crown'd with flow'rs,
Hither the heroes and the nymphs resort,
In various talk th' instructive hours they past,
Meanwhile, declining from the noon of day,
Belinda now, whom thirst of fame invites,
Behold, four Kings in majesty rever'd,
Four Knaves, in garbs succinct, a trusty band,
The skilful nymph reviews her force with care: 'Let Spades be trumps !' she said, and trumps they were.
Now move to war her sable Matadores,