Or caus'd fufpicion when no foul was rude, Which not the tears of brightest eyes could ease: The Goddefs with a difcontented air 75 Seems to reject him, tho' fhe grants his pray'r. 80 85 Soft forrows, melting griefs, and flowing tears. Sunk in Thalestris' arms the nymph he found, Her eyes dejected, and her hair unbound. 90 Full o'er their heads the fwelling bag he rent, And all the Furies iffu'd at the vent. Belinda burns with more than mortal ire, And fierce Thaleftris fans the rising fire. 94 O wretched maid! fhe spread her hands, and cry'd, (While Hampton's echoes, Wretched maid! reply'd) For this your Locks in paper durance bound? 99 For For this with fillets ftrain'd your tender head? While the Fops envy, and the Ladies stare! And all your honour in a whisper loft! How shall I, then, your hapless fame defend ?! 105 110 And heighten'd by the diamond's circling rays, 115 NOTES. 120 (Sir VER. 121. Sir Plume repairs,] Sir George Brown. He was the only one of the Party who took the thing seriously. He was angry that the Poet fhould make him talk nothing but nonfenfe; and in truth one could not well blame him. W. An engraving of Sir Plume, with feven other figures, by Hogarth, was executed on the lid of a gold fnuff box, and prefented to one of the parties concerned; the original impreffion of a print of it was fold, at Mr. Gulfton's fale, for thirty-three pounds. (Sir Plume, of amber fnuff-box justly vain, And thus broke out-" My Lord, why, what the devil! "Z―ds! damn the Lock! 'fore Gad, you must be civil! Plague on't! 'tis past a Jest-nay prithee, pox! "Give her the hair"-he spoke, and rapp'd his box. 135 It grieves me much (reply'd the Peer again) 131 Who speaks fo well should ever speak in vain. But by this Lock, this facred Lock I swear, (Which never more fhall join its parted hair; Which never more its honours fhall renew, Clip'd from the lovely head where late it grew), That while my noftrils draw the vital air, This hand, which won it, fhall for ever wear. He spoke, and speaking, in proud triumph spread The long-contended honours of her head. 140 But Umbriel, hateful Gnome! forbears not fo; He breaks the Vial whence the forrows flow. Then fee! the nymph in beauteous grief appears, Her eyes half-languishing, half-drown'd in tears; NOTES. VER. 141. But Umbriel, hateful Gnome! forbears not fo; On These two lines are additional; and affign the cause of the different operation on the Paffions of the two Ladies. The poem went on before without that distinction, as without any Machinery, to the end of the Canto. IMITATIONS. P. VER. 133. But by this Lock,] In allufion to Achilles's oath in Homer, Il. i, P. On her heav'd bofom hung her drooping head, 145 For ever curs'd be this detefted day, Which fnatch'd my best, my fav'rite curl away! If Hampton-Court these eyes had never seen! 150 By love of Courts to num'rous ills betray'd. 155 160 In fome lone Ifle, or diftant Northern land; See the poor remnants of these flighted hairs! NOTES. These VER.155.Where the gilt Chariot] What aggravating circumstances VER. 163. The tott'ring China] The fatal prognostics that These in two fable ringlets taught to break, 170 175 |