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 destitute of aid,
Falls undiftinguifh'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 victim dy'd, Spite of his haughty mien, and barb'rous pride: What boots the regal circle on his head, His giant limbs in ftate unwieldy spread; That long behind he trails his pompous robe, And, of all monarchs, only grafps the globe?

The Baron now his Diamonds pours apace; Th' embroider'd King who fhews but half his face, And his refulgent Queen, with pow'rs combin'd, Of broken troops an eafy conqueft find. Clubs, Diamonds, Hearts, in wild disorder feen, With throngs promifcuous ftrow the level green. Thus, when difpers'd a routed army runs, Of Afia's troops, and Afric's fable fons, With like confufion different nations fly, Of various habit, and of various dye, The pierc'd battalions difunited fall,

In heaps on heaps; one fate o'erwhelms them all.

The Knave of Diamonds tries his wily arts, And wins (oh fhameful chance!) the Queen of

Hearts.

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At

At this, the blood the virgin's cheek forfook,
A livid paleness spreads o'er all her look ;
She fees, and trembles at th'approaching ill,
Juft in the jaws of ruin, and Codille.

And now, (as oft in fome distemper'd state)
On one nice trick depends the genʼral fate,

An Ace of Hearts fteps forth; the King unfeen
Lurk'd in her hand, and mourn'd his captive

Queen :

He springs to vengeance with an eager pace,
And falls like thunder on the proftrate Ace.
The Nymph exulting fills with fhouts the fky;
The walls, the woods, and long canals reply.
IBID. P. 121.

COFFEE.

FOR, lo! the board with cups and spoons is crown'd,

The berries crackle, and the mill turns round :
On fhining altars of Japan they raise

The filver lamp; the fiery spirits blaze :
From filver fpouts the grateful liquors glide,
While China's earth receives the fmoaking tide:
At once they gratify their fcent and taste,
And frequent cups prolong the rich repast.
Strait hover round the Fair her airy band:
Some, as the fipp'd, the fuming liquor fann'd;
Some, o'er her lap their careful plumes difplay'd,
Trembling, and confcious of the rich brocade.

IBID. P. 124.

THE

THE RAPE OF THE LOCK.

JUST then, Clarissa drew with tempting grace
A two-edg'd weapon from her fhining cafe:
So Ladies in Romance affift their knight,
Prefent the fpear, and arm him for the fight.
He takes the gift with rev'rence, and extends
The little engine on his fingers ends;

This juft behind Belinda's neck he spread,
As o'er the fragrant fteams fhe bends her head.
Swift to the Lock a thoufand Sprites repair,
A thoufand wings, by turns, blow back the hair;
And thrice they twitch'd the diamond in her ear;
Thrice the look'd back, and thrice the foe drew

near.

Just in that inftant, anxious Ariel fought
The clofe receffes of the Virgin's thought;
As on the nofegay in her breast reclin'd,
He watch'd th'ideas rising in her mind,
Sudden he view'd, in fpite of all her art,
An earthly lover lurking at her heart.
Amaz'd, confus'd, he found his pow'r expir'd,
Refign'd to fate, and with a figh retir'd.

The Peer now fpreads the glitt'ring forfex wide, T'inclofe the Lock; now joins it, to divide. Ev'n then, before the fatal engine clos'd, A wretched Sylph too fondly interpos'd;

Fate urg'd the fheers, and cut the Sylph in twain,' (But airy fubftance foon unites again)

The meeting points the facred hair diffever
From the fair head, for ever, and for ever!

Then flash'd the livid lightning from her eyes, And fcreams of horror rend th'affrighted skies. Not louder fhrieks to pitying heav'n are caft, When husbands, or when lap-dogs breathe their laft; Or when rich China veffels fall'n from high, In glitt'ring duft, and painted fragments lie!

Let wreaths of triumph now my temples twine, (The Victor cry'd) the glorious Prize is mine! IBID. p. 125.

THE CAVE OF SPLEEN.

SWIFT on his footy pinions flits the Gnome, And in a vapour reach'd the dismal dome. No chearful breeze this fullen region knows, The dreaded Eaft is all the wind that blows. Here in a grotto, fhelter'd close from air, And fcreen'd in fhades from day's detefted glare, She fighs for ever on her penfive bed,

Pain at her fide, and Megrim at her head.

Two handmaids wait the throne; alike in place, But diff'ring far in figure and in face.

Here ftood Ill-nature like an ancient maid,
Her wrinkled form in black and white array'd;

With ftore of pray'rs, for mornings, nights, and

noons,

Her hand is fill'd; her bofom with lampoons.

There Affectation, with a fickly mien,
Shews in her cheek the roses of eighteen,
Practis'd to lifp, and hang the head afide,
Faints into airs, and languishes with pride,

On

On the rich quilt finks with becoming woe,
Wrapt in a gown, for ficknefs and for show.
The fair-ones feel fuch maladies as thefe,
When each new night-dress gives a new disease.

A conftant Vapour o'er the palace flies, Strange phantoms rifing as the mifts arife; Dreadful, as hermits' dreams in haunted fhades, Or bright, as vifions of expiring maids.

Now glaring fiends, and fnakes on rolling fpires,
Pale spectres, gaping tombs, and purple fires:
Now lakes of liquid gold, Elyfian scenes,
And crystal domes, and Angels in machines.

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Unnumber'd throngs, on ev'ry fide are feen, Of bodies chang'd to various forms by Spleen. Here living tea pots ftand, one arm held out, One bent; the handle this, and that the fpout. A pipkin there, like Homer's tripod walks ; Here fighs a jar, and there a goofe-pye talks ; Men prove with child, as pow'rful fancy works, And maids, turn'd bottles, call aloud for corks. IBID. P. 127.

BELINDA's LAMENTATION.

BUT Umbriel, hateful Gnome! forbears not fo; He breaks the Vial whence the forrows flow. Then fee! the Nymph in beauteous grief appears, Her eyes half-languishing, half-drown'd in tears; On her heav'd bofom hung her drooping head, Which, with a figh, fhe rais'd; and thus the faid:

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