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CANTO V.

HE faid: the pitying Audience melt in Tears,

But Fate and Jove had ftopp'd the Baron's Ears. In vain Thaleftris with Reproach affails,

For who can move when fair Belinda fails?
Not half fo fixt the Trojan cou'd remain,
While Anna begg'd and Dido rag'd in vain.
To Arms, to Arms! the bold Thaleftris cries,
And fwift as Lightning to the Combate flies.

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All fide in Parties, and begin th' Attack ;

Fans clap, Silks ruffle, and tough Whalebones crack,
Heroes and Heroins Shouts confus'dly rife,

And bafe, and treble Voices ftrike the Skies.
No common Weapons in their Hands are found,
Like Gods they fight, nor dread a mortal Wound.

*So when bold Homer makes the Gods engage, And heav'nly Breasts with human Passions rage; 'Gainft Pallas, Mars, Latona, Hermes Arms; And all Olympus rings with loud Alarms. Jove's Thunder roars, Heav'n trembles all around; Blue Neptune ftorms, the bellowing Deeps refound [gives way! Earth fhakes her nodding Tow'rs, the Ground And the pale Ghosts start at the Flath of Day!

Triumphant Umbriel on a Sconce's Height

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Clapt his glad Wings, and fate to view the Fight, Propt on their Bodkin Spears the Sprights furvey The growing Combat, or affift the Fray.

Homer, ll. 20.

While

While thro' the Prefs enrag'd Thaleftris flies,
And scatters Death around from both her Eyes,
A Beau and Witling perifh'd in the Throng,
One dy'd in Metaphor, and one in Song.
O cruel Nymph: a living Death I bear,
Cry'd Dapperwit, and funk befide his Chair.

A mournful Glance Sir Fopling upwards caft,
* Thofe Eyes are made fo killing was his laft:
Thus on Meander's flow'ry Margin lies
Th' expiring Swan, and as he fings he dies.

As bold Sir Plume had drawn Clariffa down,
Chloe ftept in, and kill'd him with a Frown;
She fmil'd to fee the doughty Hero flain,
But at her Smile the Beau reviv'd again.

+ Now Jove fufpends his golden Scales in Air, Weighs the Mens Wits against the Lady's Hair';

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* A Song in the Opera of Camilla.

Vid. Homer, Il. 22. & Virg. Æn. 12.

The doubtful Beam long nods from fide to fide; At length the Wits mount up, the Hairs fubfide.

See fierce Belinda on the Baron flies, With more than ufual Lightning in her Eyes; Nor fear'd the Chief th' unequal Fight to try, Who fought no more than on his Foe to die. But this bold Lord, with manly Strength endu'd, She with one Finger and a Thumb fubdu'd; Juft where the Breath of Life his Noftrils drew, A Charge of Snuff the wily Virgin threw ; The Gnomes direct to ev'ry Atome juft,

The pungent Grains of titillating Duft,

Sudden, with starting Tears each Eye o'erflows, And the high Dome re-ecchoes to his Nofe.

Now meet thy Fate, th' incens'd Virago cry'd, And drew a deadly Bodkin from her fide. (*The fame, his ancient Perfonage to deck, Her great great Grandfire wore about his Neck

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* In Imitation of the Progrefs of Agamemnon's Scepter in Homer, Il. 2.

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