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Now Jove suspends his golden scales in air, Weighs the Men's wits against the Lady's hair; 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, 7 5
With more than usual lightning in her eyes:
Now meet thy fate, incens'd Belinda cry'd, And drew a deadly bodkin from her side. (The same, his ancient personage to deck,
Her great great grandsire wore about his neck, 90 In three seal-rings; which after, melted down, Forrn'd avast buckle for his widow's gown:
Notes. Ver. 71. Natu Jove, etc.] Vid, Homer II. viii. and Virg. Æ»- xii. P.
Imitations. Ver, 83. The Gnomes direct,] These two lines added for the above reason. P.
Ver. 89. Thescme, his antie;:t personage to deck,] In imitation of the progress of Agamemnon's sceptre in Homer, II. ii. P
Her infant grandame's whistle next it grew,
Boast not my fall (he cry'd) insulting foe!
Rather than so, ah let me still survive,
Restore the Lock! she cries; and all around Restore the Lock! the vaulted roofs rebound. Not fierce Othello in so loud a strain 1 o 5
Roar'd for the handkerchief that caus'd his pain.
Some thought it mounted to the Lunar sphere, Since all things lost 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 sick 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,
A sudden Star, it shot thro' liquid air,
Notes. Ver. 114. Since all things lost] Vid. Ariosto, Canto xxxiv. P.
Flarnmiserumque trahens spatioso limite crinem