Some thought it mounted to the Lunar sphere, Since all things loft on earth are treafur'd there. There Hero's wits are kept in pond'rous vases, And Beau's in fnuff-boxes and tweezer-cafes. 116 There broken vows, and death-bed alms are found, And lovers hearts with ends of ribband bound, The courtier's promises, and fick man's pray'rs, The fmiles of harlots, and the tears of heirs, 120 Cages for gnats, and chains to yoak a flea, Dry'd butterflies, and tomes of cafuiftry.

But truft the Mufe---fhe faw it upward rife,
Tho' mark'd by none but quick, poetic eyes:
(So Rome's great founder to the heav'ns withdrew,
To Proculus alone confefs'd in view)

A fudden Star, it shot thro' liquid air,
'And drew behind a radiant trail of hair.

Not Berenice's Locks firft rose fo bright,

126

The heav'ns befpangling with difhevel'd light. 130

NOTES.

VER. 114. Since all things loft] Vid. Ariofto, Canto xxxiv. P.

IMITATIONS.

VER. 128.

Stella micat

Flammiferumque trahens fpatiofo limite crinem

Ovid.

The Sylphs behold it kindling as it flies,
And pleas'd pursue its progress thro' the skies.
This the Beau monde shall from the Mall furvey,
And hail with mufic its propitious ray.

This the bleft Lover fhall for Venus take, 135
And send up vows from Rofamonda's lake.
This Partridge foon fhall view in cloudless skies,
When next he looks thro' Galilæo's eyes;
And hence th' egregious wizard shall foredoom
The fate of Louis, and the fall of Rome.
Then cease, bright Nymph! to mourn thy ra→
vish'd hair,

Which adds new glory to the fhining sphere!
Not all the treffes that fair head can boast,

Shall draw fuch envy as the Lock you loft.
For, after all the murders of your eye,
When, after millions flain, yourself shall die;

VARIATIONS.

140

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VER. 131. The Sylphs behold] These two lines added for the fame reason to keep in view the Machinery of the Poem. P.

NOTES.

VER 137. This Partridge foon] John Partridge was a ridiculous Star-gazer, who in his Almanacks every year never fail'd to predict the downfall of the Pope, and the King of France,

Some thought it mounted to the Lunar fphere, Since all things loft on earth are treafur'd there. There Hero's wits are kept in pond'rous vases, And Beau's in fnuff-boxes and tweezer-cafes. 116 There broken vows, and death-bed alms are found, And lovers hearts with ends of ribband bound, The courtier's promises, and fick man's pray'rs, The fmiles of harlots, and the tears of heirs, 120 Cages for gnats, and chains to yoak a flea, Dry'd butterflies, and tomes of cafuiftry.

But truft the Mufe---fhe faw it upward rife,
Tho' mark'd by none but quick, poetic eyes:
(So Rome's great founder to the heav'ns withdrew,
To Proculus alone confefs'd in view)

A fudden Star, it fhot thro' liquid air,
And drew behind a radiant trail of hair.

Not Berenice's Locks firft rofe fo bright,

126

The heav'ns befpangling with difhevel'd light. 130

NOTES.

VER. 114. Since all things loft] Vid. Ariofto, Canto xxxiv. P

VER. 128.

Stella micat

IMITATIONS.

Flammiferumque trahens fpatiofo limite crinem

Ovid.

The Sylphs behold it kindling as it flies,

And pleas'd pursue its progrefs thro' the skies.

This the Beau monde fhall from the Mall furvey, And hail with mufic its propitious ray.

This the bleft Lover fhall for Venus take,

And fend up vows from Rofamonda's lake.

135

This Partridge foon fhall view in cloudless skies,
When next he looks thro' Galilæo's eyes;
And hence th' egregious wizard shall foredoom
The fate of Louis, and the fall of Rome.

140

Then cease, bright Nymph! to mourn thy ra→ vish'd hair,

Which adds new glory to the fhining sphere!
Not all the treffes that fair head can boast,
Shall draw fuch envy as the Lock you loft.
For, after all the murders of your eye,
When, after millions flain, yourself shall die;

VARIATIONS.

VER. 131. The Sylphs behold] These tw me reafon to keep in view the Machin

NOTES.

VER 137. This Partridge foon] Jo us Star-gazer, who in his Almanach predict the downfall of the Pope,

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Some thought it mounted to the Lunar sphere, Since all things loft on earth are treasur'd there. There Hero's wits are kept in pond'rous vases, And Beau's in fnuff-boxes and tweezer-cafes. 116 There broken vows, and death-bed alms are found, And lovers hearts with ends of ribband bound, The courtier's promises, and fick man's pray'rs, The fmiles of harlots, and the tears of heirs, 120 Cages for gnats, and chains to yoak a flea, Dry'd butterflies, and tomes of cafuistry.

But truft the Mufe---fhe faw it upward rise,
Tho' mark'd by none but quick, poetic eyes:
(So Rome's great founder to the heav'ns withdrew,
To Proculus alone confefs'd in view)

A fudden Star, it fhot thro' liquid air,
And drew behind a radiant trail of hair.

Not Berenice's Locks first rose so bright,

126

The heav'ns befpangling with difhevel'd light. 130

NOTES.

VER. 114. Since all things loft] Vid. Ariofto, Canto xxxiv. P.

IMITATIONS.

VER. 128.

Stella micat

Flammiferumque trahens fpatiofo limite crinem

Ovid.