95 What tender maid but must a victim fall To one man's treat, but for another's ball? When Florio speaks what virgin could withstand, If gentle Damon did not squeeze her hand? With varying vanities, from ev'ry part, 100 They shift the moving toyshop of their heart; Where wigs with wigs, with sword-knots sword knots strive,

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Beaus banish beaus, and coaches coaches drive.
This erring mortals levity may call ;

Oh blind to truth! the Sylphs contrive it all.
"Of these am I, who thy protection claim,
A watchful sprite, and Ariel is my name.
Late, as I rang'd the crystal wilds of air,
In the clear mirror of thy ruling star
I saw, alas! some dread event impend,
110 Ere to the main this morning sun descend,
But heav'n reveals not what, or how, or where.
Warn'd by the Sylph, oh pious maid, beware!
This to disclose is all thy guardian can:
Beware of all, but most beware of Man!
115 He said; when Shock, who thought she slept too

long,

Leap'd up, and wak'd his mistress with his tongue. 'T was then, Belinda! if report say true,

Thy eyes first open'd on a billet-doux ;

Wounds, charms, and ardors were no sooner read, 120 But all the vision vanish'd from thy head.

And now, unveil'd, the toilet stands display'd, Each silver vase in mystic order laid.

First, rob'd in white, the nymph intent adores, With head uncover'd, the cosmetic pow'rs. 125 A heav'nly image in the glass appears;

108. The language of the Platonists. — POPE.

she rears.

To that she bends, to that her eyes Th' inferior priestess, at her altar's side, Trembling begins the sacred rites of Pride. Unnumber'd treasures ope at once, and here £30 The various off'rings of the world appear; From each she nicely culls with curious toil, And decks the goddess with the glitt'ring spoil. This casket India's glowing gems unlocks, And all Arabia breathes from yonder box; 135 The tortoise here and elephant unite, Transform'd to combs, the speckled and the white. Here files of pins extend their shining rows, Puffs, powders, patches, Bibles, billet-doux. Now awful beauty puts on all its arms; 140 The Fair each moment rises in her charms, Repairs her smiles, awakens ev'ry grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise,

And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes. 145 The busy Sylphs surround their darling care, These set the head, and those divide the hair, Some fold the sleeve, whilst others plait the gown; And Betty's prais'd for labors not her own.

CANTO II.

Nor with more glories, in th' etherial plain,
The sun first rises o'er the purpled main,
Than, issuing forth, the rival of his beams
Launch'd on the bosom of the silver Thames.
Fair nymphs, and well-drest youths around her
shone,

But ev'ry eye was fixed on her alone.

On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore,

Which Jews might kiss, and infidels adore. Her lively looks a sprightly mind disclose, 10 Quick as her eyes, and as unfix'd as those. Favors to none, to all she smiles extends; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. 15 Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide; If to her share some female errors fall,

Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.

This nymph, to the destruction of mankind, 20 Nourish'd two locks, which graceful hung behind In equal curls, and well conspir'd to deck With shining ringlets the smooth iv'ry neck. Love in these labyrinths his slaves detains, And mighty hearts are held in slender chains. 25 With hairy springes we the birds betray, Slight lines of hair surprise the finny prey, Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare, And beauty draws us with a single hair.

Th' advent'rous baron the bright locks admir'd 30 He saw, he wish'd, and to the prize aspir'd. Resolv'd to win, he meditates the way, By force to ravish, or by fraud betray; For when success a lover's toil attends, Few ask if fraud or force attain'd his ends.

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For this, ere Phœbus rose, he had implor'd Propitious heav'n, and ev'ry pow'r ador'd, But chiefly Love to Love an altar built

28. In allusion to those lines of Hudibras, applied to the same purpose,

"And tho' it be a two-foot trout,

'Tis with a single hair pull'd out."

WARBURTON.

Of twelve vast French romances, neatly gilt. There lay three garters, half a pair of gloves, And all the trophies of his former loves; With tender billet-doux he lights the pyre, And breathes three am'rous sighs to raise the fire. Then prostrate falls, and begs with ardent eyes Soon to obtain, and long possess the prize: 45 The pow'rs gave ear, and granted half his pray'r; The rest the winds dispers'd in empty air.

But now secure the painted vessel glides, The sun-beams trembling on the floating tides, While melting music steals upon the sky, 50 And soften'd sounds along the waters die. Smooth flow the waves, the zephyrs gently play, Belinda smil'd, and all the world was gay. All but the Sylph; with careful thoughts opprest, Th' impending woe sat heavy on his breast. 55 He summons strait his denizens of air;

The lucid squadrons round the sails repair: Soft o'er the shrouds aërial whispers breathe, That seem'd but zephyrs to the train beneath. Some to the sun their insect-wings unfold, so Waft on the breeze, or sink in clouds of gold; Transparent forms, too fine for mortal sight, Their fluid bodies half dissolv'd in light, Loose to the wind their airy garments flew, Thin glitt❜ring textures of the filmy dew, 65 Dipt in the richest tincture of the skies, Where light disports in ever-mingling dyes, While ev'ry beam new transient colors flings, Colors that change whene'er they wave their wings.

38. Clelie, one of the popular French romances of the period, appeared in ten volumes of 800 pages each. HALES. 45. See Eneid, xi. 794, 795. — POPE.

Amid the circle, on the gilded mast, 70 Superior by the head, was Ariel plac'd; His purple pinions op'ning to the sun,

He raised his azure wand, and thus begun:

"Ye Sylphs and Sylphids, to your chief give ear! Fays, Fairies, Genii, Elves, and Demons, hear! 75 Ye know the spheres and various tasks assign'd By laws eternal to th' aërial kind.

Some in the fields of purest ether play,
And bask and whiten in the blaze of day.
Some guide the course of wand'ring orbs on high,
80 Or roll the planets thro' the boundless sky.

Some, less refin'd, beneath the moon's pale light
Pursue the stars that shoot athwart the night,
Or suck the mists in grosser air below,
Or dip their pinions in the painted bow,
85 Or brew fierce tempests on the wintry main,
Or o'er the glebe distill the kindly rain.
Others on earth o'er human race preside,

Watch all their ways, and all their actions guide: Of these the chief the care of nations own, 90 And guard with arms divine the British Throne. "Our humbler province is to tend the Fair, Not a less pleasing, tho' less glorious care; To save the powder from too rude a gale, Nor let th' imprison'd essences exhale ;

95 To draw fresh colors from the vernal flow'rs; To steal from rainbows, ere they drop in show'rs A brighter wash; to curl their waving hairs, Assist their blushes, and inspire their airs: Nay, oft, in dreams invention we bestow, 100 To change a flounce, or add a furbelow.

74. This line evidently imitates Satan's address to his follow

ers:

"Thrones, Dominations, Princedoms, Virtues, Powers."

Paradise Lost, v. 801.