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Belinda still her downy pillow prest,
Fairest of mortals, thou distinguish'd care
The sprites of fiery termagants in flame
Know further yet; whoever fair and chaste
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, While peers, and dukes, and all their sweeping train, 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 fiutter at a beau.
Oft, when the world imagine women stray, The sylphs tbrough 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,
knots strive, -
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, Ere to the main this morniog sun descend, But Heav'n reveals not what, or how, or where: Warn'd by thy sylph, O pious maid, beware! This to disclose is all thy guardian can : Beware of all, but most beware of man!' He said ; when Shock, who thought she slept too
long, Leap'd up, and wak'd his mistress with his tongue. 'Twas then, Belinda, if report say true, Thy eyes first open'd on a billet-doux ; Wounds, charms, and ardours, were no sooner read, But all the vision vanish'd from thy head.
And pow, 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. A heavenly image in the glass appears, To that she bends, to that her eyes she rears; The' inferior priestess, at her altar's side, Trembling begins the sacred rites of pride. Unnumber'd treasures ope at once, and here The various offerings of the world appear; From each she nicely culls with curious toil, And decks the goddess with the glittering spoil. This casket India's glowing gems unlocks, And all Arabia breathes from yonder box.
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