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Now Jove suspends his golden scales in air,
See fierce Belinda on the Baron flies, 75
Now meet thy fate, incens’d Belinda cry'd,
VER. 89. The fome, his antient personage to deck,] In imita-
În three seal-rings; which after, melted down,
Boast not my fall (he cry'd) insulting foe!
Restore the Lock! she cries; and all around
Some thought it mounted to the Lunar sphere, Since all things loft on earth are treasur'd there. There Hero's wits are kept in pond'rous vases, And Beau's in snuff-boxes and tweezer-cases. 116 There broken vows, and death-bed alms are found, And lovers hearts with ends of ribband bound, The courtier’s promises, and fick man's pray’rs, The smiles of harlots, and the tears of heirs, 120 Cages for gnats, and chains to yoak a flea, Dry'd butterflies, and tomes of casuistry. * But trust the Muse---she saw it upward rise, Tho' mark’d by none but quick, poetic eyes: (So Rome's great founder to the heav'ns withdrew, To Proculus alone confess’d in view) 126 A sudden Star, it shot thro' liquid air, And drew behind a radiant trail of hair. . Not Berenice's Locks first rose so bright, The heav'ns bespangling with dishevel'd light. 130
Notes. VER. 114. Since all things loft] Vid. Ariosto, Canto xxxiv. P.
Flammiferumque trahens spatioso limite crinem
The Sylphs behold it kindling as it flies,
This the Beau monde shall from the Mall survey,
vish'd hair, Which adds new glory to the shining sphere! Not all the tresses that fair head can boast, Shall draw such envy as the Lock you lost. For, after all the murders of your cye, 145 When, after millions Nlain, yourself shall die ;
VARIATIONS. Ver. 131. The Sylphs behold] These two lines added for the fame reason to keep in view the Machinery of the Pocm. P.
Notes. VER: 137. This Partridge foon] John Partridge was a ridiculous Star-gazer, who in his Almanacks every year never fail'd to predict the downfall of the Pope, and the King of France, then at war with the English. P.