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of your hair, which I always mention with reverence). The human persons are as fictitious as the airy ones; and the character of Belinda, as it is now managed, resembles you in nothing but in beauty.
If this poem had as many graces as there are in your person, or in your mind, yet I could never hope it should pass through the world half so uncensured as you have done. But let its fortune be what it will, mine is happy enough, to have given me this occasion of assuring you that I am, with the truest esteem, Madam,
Your most obedient, humble servant,
THE RAPE OF THE LOCK.
Nolueram, Belinda, tuos violare capillos;
Sed juvat hoc precibus me tribuisse tuis.
What dire offence from amorous causes springs,
Say what strange motive, goddess! could compel
Sol through white curtains shot a timorous ray, And op'd those eyes that must eclipse the day.
1 Secretary to Queen Mary, wife of James II.; and author of Sir Solomon Single, a comedy, and of several translations in Dryden's Miscellanies. He first suggested the subject of this poem to the author.
Now lapdogs give themselves the rousing shake,
“Fairest of mortals, thou distinguish'd care
1 Mrs. Arabella Ferinor.
Think what an equipage thou hast in air,
“ Know further yet; whoever fair and chaste
When kind occasion prompts their warm desires, When music softens, and when dancing fires? 'Tis but their sylph, the wise celestials know, Though honour is the word with men below. “ Some nymphs there are, too conscious of their
face, For life predestin'd to the gnomes' embrace. These swell their prospects and exalt their pride, When offers are disdain'd, and love denied : Then gay ideas crowd the vacant brain, [train, While peers, and dukes, and all their sweeping And garters, stars, and coronets appear, And in soft sounds, · Your Grace'salutes their ear. 'Tis these that early taint the female soul, Instruct the eyes of young coquettes to roll, Teach infant cheeks a' bidden blush to know, And little hearts to flutter at a beau.
“Oft, when the world imagine women stray, The sylphs through mystic mazes guide their way; Through all the giddy circle they pursue, And old impertinence expel by new. 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 every part, They shift the moving toyshop of their heart; Where wigs with wigs, with sword-knots sword
knots strive, Beaux banish beaux, and coaches coaches drive.