Some thought it mounted to the Lunar sphere, Since all things loft on earth are treafur'd there. There Hero's wits are kept in pond'rous vases, And Beau's in fnuff-boxes and tweezer-cafes. 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 fmiles of harlots, and the tears of heirs, 120 Cages for gnats, and chains to yoak a flea, Dry'd butterflies, and tomes of cafuiftry. But truft the Mufe---fhe faw it upward rife, A fudden Star, it shot thro' liquid air, Not Berenice's Locks firft rose fo bright, 126 The heav'ns befpangling with difhevel'd light. 130 NOTES. VER. 114. Since all things loft] Vid. Ariofto, Canto xxxiv. P. IMITATIONS. VER. 128. Stella micat Flammiferumque trahens fpatiofo limite crinem Ovid. The Sylphs behold it kindling as it flies, This the bleft Lover fhall for Venus take, 135 Which adds new glory to the fhining sphere! Shall draw fuch envy as the Lock you loft. VARIATIONS. 140 145 VER. 131. The Sylphs behold] These two lines added for the fame reason to keep in view the Machinery of the Poem. 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, Some thought it mounted to the Lunar fphere, Since all things loft on earth are treafur'd there. There Hero's wits are kept in pond'rous vases, And Beau's in fnuff-boxes and tweezer-cafes. 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 fmiles of harlots, and the tears of heirs, 120 Cages for gnats, and chains to yoak a flea, Dry'd butterflies, and tomes of cafuiftry. But truft the Mufe---fhe faw it upward rife, A fudden Star, it fhot thro' liquid air, Not Berenice's Locks firft rofe fo bright, 126 The heav'ns befpangling with difhevel'd light. 130 NOTES. VER. 114. Since all things loft] Vid. Ariofto, Canto xxxiv. P VER. 128. Stella micat IMITATIONS. Flammiferumque trahens fpatiofo limite crinem Ovid. The Sylphs behold it kindling as it flies, And pleas'd pursue its progrefs thro' the skies. This the Beau monde fhall from the Mall furvey, And hail with mufic its propitious ray. This the bleft Lover fhall for Venus take, And fend up vows from Rofamonda's lake. 135 This Partridge foon fhall view in cloudless skies, 140 Then cease, bright Nymph! to mourn thy ra→ vish'd hair, Which adds new glory to the fhining sphere! VARIATIONS. VER. 131. The Sylphs behold] These tw me reafon to keep in view the Machin NOTES. VER 137. This Partridge foon] Jo us Star-gazer, who in his Almanach predict the downfall of the Pope, 145 for the P. icu il'd nce, 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 fnuff-boxes and tweezer-cafes. 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 fmiles of harlots, and the tears of heirs, 120 Cages for gnats, and chains to yoak a flea, Dry'd butterflies, and tomes of cafuistry. But truft the Mufe---fhe faw it upward rise, A fudden Star, it fhot thro' liquid air, Not Berenice's Locks first rose so bright, 126 The heav'ns befpangling with difhevel'd light. 130 NOTES. VER. 114. Since all things loft] Vid. Ariofto, Canto xxxiv. P. IMITATIONS. VER. 128. Stella micat Flammiferumque trahens fpatiofo limite crinem Ovid. |