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Of these the chief the care of Nations own,
Our humbler province is to tend the Fair,
This day, black Omens threat the brightest Fair
To fifty chosen Sylphs, of special note,
Ver. 105. Wbether the nymph; etc.] The disaster, which makes the subject of this poem, being a trifle, taken fericujly ; it naturally led the Poet into this fine satire on the female estimate of human mischances.
Form a strong line about the silver bound, 121 And guard the wide circumference around.
Whatever spirit, careless of his charge, His post neglects, or leaves the fair at large, Shall feel sharp vengeance soon o'ertake his fins, 125 Be stop'd in viols, or transfix'd with pins ; Or plung'd in lakes of bitter washes lie, Or wedg'd whole ages in a bodkin's eye: Gums and Pomatums shall his flight restrain, While clog'd he beats his filken wings in vain; 130 Or Alum ftyptics with contracting pow'r Shrink his thin essence like a shriveld flow'r: Or, as Ixion fix'd, the wretch fhall feel The giddy motion of the whirling Mill, In fumes of burning Chocolate shall glow,. 135 And tremble
c.at the sea that froths below! He spoke; the spirits from the fails defcend; Some, orb in orb, around the nymph extend ;, Some thrid the mazy ringlets of her hair: Some hang upon the pendants of her ear; 140 With beating hearts the dire event they wait, Anxious, and trembling for the birth of Fate.
RAPE of the LOCK.
Where Thames with pride surveys his rising tow'rs,
Hither the heroes and the nymphs resort,
gave the ball, or paid the visit laft;
Meanwhile, declining from the noon of day, The sun obliquely shoots his burning ray; 20
VER. 3. Close by those meads,] The first edition continues from this line to ver. 24. of this Canto. VER. I1, 12. Originally in the firft edition,
In various talk the chearful hours they past,
The hungry Judges foon the sentence fign,
35 Are, as when women, wond'rous fond of place.
Behold, four Kings in majesty rever'd, With hoary whiskers and a forky beard ; And four fair Queens, whose hands fuftain a flow'r, Th'expreflive emblem of their softer pow'r;
40 Four Knaves in garbs succinct, a trusty band; Caps on their heads, and halberts in their hand; And party-colour'd troops, a fining train, Drawn forth to combat on the velvet plain.
The kilful Nymph reviews her force with care: 45 Let Spades be trumps! she said, and trumps they were.
Now move to war her sable Matadores, In show like leaders of the swarthy Moors,
V18.47. Now move to war, etc.] The whole idea of this description of a game at Ombre is taken from Vida's defcription of a game at Chels, in bis poem intitled Scaccbia Ludus,
VARIATIONS, VER. 24. And the long labours of the toilet cease.] All that fol. lows of the game at Ombre, was added fiace the firft edition, till ver. 105. which connected thus :
Sudden the board with cups and spoons is crown'd. Vol. I.
Spadillio first, unconquerable Lord !
6. Ev'n mighty Pam, that Kings and Queens o'erthrew, And mow'd down armies in the fights of Lu, Sad chance of war ! now deftitute of aid, Falls undistinguish'd by the victor Spade!
Thus far both armies to Belinda yield ; Now to the Baron fate inclines the field. His warlike Amazon her hoft invades, Th' imperial confort of the crown of Spades. The Club's black tyrant first her vi&tim dy'd, Spite of his haughty mien, and barb'rous pride: 70 What boots the regal circle on his head, His giant limbs in state unwieldy spread; That long behind he trails his pompous robe, And, of all monarchs, only grasps the globe ?
The Baron now his Diamonds pours apace ; 75 Th' embroider'd King who shews but half his face, And his refulgent Queen, with pow'rs combin'd, Of broken troops an easy conquest find. Clubs, Diamonds, Hearts, in wild disorder feen, With throngs promiscuous ftrow the level green. Thus when dispers'd a routed army runs, Of Afia's troops, and Afric's fable fons,