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RAPE of the LOCK.


SH E said: the pitying audience melt in tears.
But Fate and Jove had stopp'd the Baron's ears.
In vain Thalestris with reproach assails,
For who can move when fair Belinda fails?
•Not half so fix'd the Trojan could remain, £

While Anna begg'd and Dido rag'd in vain.
Then grave Clarissa graceful wav'd her fan;
Silence ensu'd, and thus the nymph began.

Say why are Beauties prais'd and honour'd most, The wise man's passion, and the vain man's toast?

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Ver. 7. Then grave Clarijsa, 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.


Ver. 9. Say why are beauties, etc.]

Why boast we, Glaucus I our extended reign,
Where Xanthus' streams enrich the Lycian plain;
Our num'rous herds that range the fruitful field,
And hills where vines their purple harvest yield;

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Why deck'd with all jthat land and sea afford, Why Angels call'd, and Angel-like ador'd? Why round our coaches croud the white-glov'd

Beaux, Why bows the fide-box from its inmost rows? How vain are all these glories, all our pains, 15 Unless good fense preserve what beauty gains: That men may say, when we the front box grace^ Behold the first in virtue as in face!


Our foaming bowls with purer nectar crown'd,

Our feasts enhanc'd with music's sprightly sound;

Why on those shores are we with jo? survey'd,

Admir'das heroes, and as Gods obey'd;

Unless great acts superior merit prove,

And vindicate the bounteous pow'rs above?

'Tis ours, the dignity they give, to grace;

The first in valour, as the first in place:

That when with wond'ring eyes our martial bands

Behold our deeds transcending our commands,

Such, they may cry, deserve the sov'reign state,

Whom those that envy, dare not imitate.

Could all our care elude the gloomy grave,

Which claims no less the fearful than the brave,

For lust of fame I should not vainly dare

In fighting fields, nor urge thy foul to war.

But since, alass! ignoble age must come,

Disease, and death's inexorable doom; (

The life which others pay, let us bestow,

And give to fame what we to nature otvc;

Brave tho' we fall, and honour'd if we live,

Or let us glory gain, or glory give.

Oh! if to dance all night, and dress all day,
Charm'd the small-pox, or chas'd old-age away $
Who would not scorn what housewife's cares pro-
Of who would learn one earthly thing of use?
To patch, nay ogle, might become a Saint,
Nor could it sure be such a fin to paint*
But since, alass; frail beauty must decay, ±$
Curl'd Or uncurl'd, since Locks will turn to grey;
Since painted, or not painted, all shall fade,
And (he who scorns a man, must die a maid;
What then remains but Well our pow'r to use,
And keep good-humour still whate'er we lose? 3 0
And trust me, dear 1 good-humour can prevail,
When airs, and flights, and screams, and scolding

Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll;
Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the foul.
So spoke the Dame, but no applause ensu'd; 3 5
Belinda frown'd, Thalestris call'd her Prude.


Ver. 35. So spoke the Dame,'] It is a verse frequently repeated in Homer after any speech,

So spoke—and all the Heroes applauded. P.

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To arms, to arms! the fierce Virago cries,
And swift as lightning to the combat flies.
All side in parties, and begin th' attack;
Fans clap, silks russle, and tough whalebones crack;
Heroes' and Heroines' shouts confus'dly rise, 41
And base and treble voices strike the ikies.
No common weapons in their hands are found,
Like Gods they fight, nor dread a mortal wound.

So when bold Homer makes the Gods engage,
And heav'nly breasts with human Damons rage:
'Gainst Pallas, Mars; Latona, Hermes arms; 47
And all Olympus rings with loud alarms:
Jove's thunder roars, heav'n trembles all around,
Blue Neptune storms, the bellowing deeps resound:
Earth /hakes her nodding tow'rs, the ground gives-
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And the pale ghosts start at the flam of day!

Triumphant Umbriel on a sconce's height Clap'd his glad wings, and sate to view the fight:


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. P.

VgR. 45. TriumpbantU/nlrie/] These four lines added, for the reason before mentioned. P.

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Ver. 45. Sa when baldHomer] Homer, H. xx. P.

Imitations. Ver. SV Triumphant IJmbr'ul) Minerva in like manner, during the battle of Ulysses with the Suitors in Odyss. perches on a beam of the roof to behold it. P.

Ver. 64. Thoseryes are made so tilling] The words of a Song in the Opera of Camilla. P.

VER. 65. Thus on Mmuhr'syWry margin lies]
Sic ubi fata vocant, udis abjei'his in herbis,

Ad vada Mxandii commit albm olor. Ov. Rp- V>

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