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Nolueram, Belinda, tuos violare capillos,
Sed juvat hoc precibus me tribuise tuis.

Mart. Lib. 12. Ep. 86.

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Printed for BERNARD LINTOTT. 1712.

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THAT direOffence from Am'rous Cau

[ses springs, What mighty Quarrels rise from Trivial

[Things, I fing-This Verse to 6-1, Mufe! is due; This, ev’n Belinda may vouchsafe to view : Slight is the Subject, but not fo the Praise, If She inspire, and He approve my Lays.

Say what strange Motive, Goddefs! cou'd com

[pel A well-bred Lord t'affault a gentle Belle? Oh say what ftranger Cause, yet unexplor'd, Cou'd make a gentle Belle reje& a Lord? And dwells such Rage in foftef Bofoms then? And lodge such daring Souls in Little Men?


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Sol thro' white Curtains did his Beams display,

[they; And op'd those Eyes which brighter shine than Shock just had giv’n himself the rowzing Shake, And Nymphs prepard their Chocolate to take; Thrice the wrought Slipper knock'd against the

[Ground, And striking Watches the tenth Hour resound. Belinda rose, and 'midst attending Dames Launch'd on the Bosom of the silver Thames: A Train of well-drest Youths around her shone, And ev'ry Eye was fix'd on her alone; On her white Breast a sparkling Cross the wore, Which Jews might kiss, and Infidels adore, Her lively Looks a sprightly Mind disclose, Quick as her Eyes, and as unfixt as those: Favours to none, to all the Smiles extends; Oft fhe reje&ts, but never once offends. Bright as the Sun ber Eyes the Gazers strike, { } And, like the Sup, they fine on all alike,


Yet graceful Eafe, and Sweetness void of Pride,
Might hide her Faults, if Belles had Faults to hide:
If to her share some Female Errors fall,
Look on her face, and you'll forgive 'em all.

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This Nymph, to the Destruction of Mankind,
Nourish'd two Locks, which graceful hung behind
In equal Curls, and well conspir’d to deck
With shining Ringlets her smooth Iv'ry Neck.
Love in these Labyrinths his Slaves detains,
And mighty Hearts are held in slender Chains.
With hairy Sprindges we the Birds, betray,
Slight Lines of Hair surprize the Finny Prey, !
Fair Tresses Man's Imperial Race infnare,
And Beauty draws us with a single Hair

Th’Adventrous Baron the brightLocks admir’d, He saw, he wilh'd, and to the Prize aspir’d:


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