Now move to War her Sable Matadores, In Show like Leaders of the fwarthy Moors. Spadillio firft, unconquerable Lord!
Led off two captive Trumps, and fwept the Board.
As many more Manillio forc'd to yield,
And march'd a Victor from the verdant Field.
Him Bafto follow'd, but his Fate more hard
Gain'd but one Trump and one Plebian Card.
With his broad Sabre next, a Chief in Years,
The hoary Majefty of Spades appears;
Puts forth one manly Leg, to fight reveal'd;
The reft his many-colour'd Robe conceal'd.
The Rebel-Knave, that dares his Prince engage,
Proves the juft Victim of his Royal Rage.
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, deftitute of Aid,
Falls undistinguish'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 firft her Victim dy'd,
Spite of his haughty Mien, and barb'rous Pride: A
What boots the Regal Circle on his Head?
His Giant Limbs in State unwieldly 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 fhows but half his Face,
And his refulgent Queen, with Pow'rs combin'd,
Of broken Troops an eafie 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 Africk's Sable Sons,
With like Confufion different Nations fly,
In various Habits and of various Dye,
The pierc'd Battalions dif-united 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. 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 diftemper'd State) On one nice Trick depends the gen'ral Fate, An Ace of Hearts steps forth: The King unseen Lurk'd in her Hand, and mourn'd his Captive Queen. He fprings to Vengeance with an eager pace, And falls like Thunder on the proftrate Ace.
The Nymph exulting fills with Shouts the Sky,
The Walls, the Woods, and long Canals reply.
Oh thoughtless Mortals! ever blind to Fate,
Too foon dejected, and too foon elate!
Sudden these Honours fhall be fnatch'd away,
And curs'd for ever this victorious Day.
For lo! the Board with Cups and Spoons is
The Berries crackle, and the Mill turns round.
On fhining Altars of Japan they raise)
The filver Lamp, and fiery Spirits blaze.
From filver Spouts the grateful Liquors glide,
And China's Earth receives the fmoaking Tyde.
At once they gratify their. Scent and Tafte,
While frequent Cups prolong the rich Repast.
Strait hover round the Fair her Airy Band;
Some, as she fipp'd, the fuming Liquor fann'd.
Some o'er her Lap their careful Plumes difplay'd,
Trembling, and confcious of the rich Brocade.
Coffee, (which makes the Politician wife,
And fee thro' all things with his half shut Eyes)
Sent up in Vapours to the Baron's Brain
New Stratagems the radiant Lock to gain.
Ah ceafe, rafh Youth! defift e'er 'tis too late,
Fear the juft Gods, and think of* Scylla's Fate!
Chang'd to a Bird, and fent to flit in Air,
She dearly pays for Nisus' injur'd Hair!
But when to Mischief Mortals bend their Will, How foon they find fit Inftruments of Ill?
Just then, Clariffa drew with tempting Grace
A two-edg'd Weapon from her fhining Cafe;
So Ladies in Romance affift their Knight,
Prefent their Spear, 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 Steams fhe bends her Head.
Swift to the Lock a thoufand Sprights repair,
A thousand 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.
Juft in that inftant, anxious Ariel fought,
The close Receffes of the Virgin's Thought;
As on the Nofegay in her Breaft reclin'd,
He watch'd th' Idea's rifing 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 Power expir'd
Refign'd to Fate, and with a Sigh retir’d.
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