From PART II A little learning is a dangerous thing; 15 Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring: For works may have more wit than does 'em good, As bodies perish through excess of blood. Others for language all their care express, 105 There shallow draughts intoxicate the And value books, as women men, for brain, dress: Who haunt Parnassus but to please their Not so when swift Camilla scours the Leave such to tune their own dull rhymes, Which nauseate all, and nothing can digest. Yet let not each gay turn thy rapture I sing. This verse to Caryl, Muse! is due; This, e'en Belinda may vouchsafe to view. Slight is the subject, but not so the praise, 5 If she inspire, and he approve my lays. Say what strange motive, Goddess! could compel A well-bred lord t' assault a gentle belle? Oh say what stranger cause, yet unexplored, Could make a gentle belle reject a lord? 10 In tasks so bold, can little men engage, And in soft bosoms dwells such mighty rage? Sol through white curtains shot a timorous ray, And oped those eyes that must eclipse the day. Now lap-dogs give themselves the rousing shake, 15 mould; 50 Thence, by a soft transition, we repair That all her vanities at once are dead; Her joy in gilded chariots, when alive, 55 Th' inferior priestess, at her altar's side, Trembling begins the sacred rites of Pride. Unnumbered treasures ope at once, and here The various offerings of the world appear; From each she nicely culls with curious toil, 131 And decks the goddess with the glittering spoil. This casket India's glowing gems unlocks, And all Arabia breathes from yonder box. The tortoise here and elephant unite, 135 Transformed to combs, the speckled, and the white. Here files of pins extend their shining rows, Puffs, powders, patches, bibles, billetsdoux. Now awful beauty puts on all its arms; The fair each moment rises in her charms, Repairs her smiles, awakens every grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face; 1 the sea. 142 |