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The doubtful beam long nods from side to side; At length the wits mount up, the hairs subside. See fierce Belinda on the Baron flies, With more than usual lightning in her eyes: Nor fear'd the chief th' unequal fight to try, Who sought no more than on his foe to die. But this bold lord, with manly strength endu'd, She with one finger and a thumb subdu'd: 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 dust. Sudden, with starting tears each eye o'erflows, 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 side.
(The same, his ancient personage to deck,
'Boast not my fall,' he cry'd, ' insulting foe I
1 Restore the lock!' she cries; and all around 'Restore the lock!' the vaulted roofs rebound.
Not fierce Othello in so loud a strain
Roar'd for the handkerchief that caus'd his pain.
But see how oft ambitious aims are cross'd,
And chiefs contend till all the prize is lost!
The lock, obtain'd with guilt, and kept with pain,
In ev'ry place is sought, but sought in vain:
With such a prize no mortal must be blest,
So Heav'n decrees! with Heav'n who can contest?
Some thought it mounted to the lunar sphere, Since all things lost on earth are treasur'd there. There heroes' wits are kept in pond'rous vases, And beaux' in snuff-boxes and tweezer-cases. There broken vows, and death-bed alms are found, And lovers' hearts with ends of riband bound, The courtier's promises, and sick men's pray'rs, The smiles of harlots, and.the tears of heirs,
Cages for gnats, and chains to yoke a flea,
But trust the Muse—she saw it upwards rise,
This the beau monde shall from the Mall survey, And hail with music its propitious ray; This the blest lover shall for Venus take, And send up vows from Rosamonda's lake;
This Partridge soon shall view in cloudless skies,
Then cease, bright nymph ! to mourn thy ravish'd hair,