Some thought it mounted to the Lunar sphere, Since all things lost on earth are treasur'd there is There Hero's wits are kept in pond'rous vases, in And Beau's in snuff-boxes and tweezer-cases. 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 smiles of harlots, and the tears of heirs, 120 de Cages for gnats, and chains to yoak a flea, Dry'd butterflies, and tomes of casuistry. Lomi

But trust the Muse---she saw it upward rise, diese han Tho' mark’d by none but quick, poetic eyes: mibia :(So Rome's great founder to the heav'ns withdrew, ds new To Proculus alone confess’d in view) 126 he tremo A sudden Star, it shot thro' liquid air,

bruch And drew behind a radiant trail of hair. Ballet Not Berenice's Locks first rose so bright, The heav'ns bespangling with disheveld light. 130

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 survey,
And hail with music its propitious ray.
This the blest Lover shall for Venus take, 135
And send up vows from Rosamonda’s lake.
This Partridge foon shall 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-

vilh'd hair, Which adds new glory to the shining sphere! Not all the tresses that fair head can boast, Shall draw such envy as the Lock you lost. for, after all the murders of your eye, 145 When, after millions lain, yourself shall die;

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 snuff-boxes and tweezer-cases. 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 smiles of harlots, and the tears of heirs, 120 Cages for gnats, and chains to yoak a flea, Dry'd butterflies, and tomes of casuistry.

But trust the Muse---she saw 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 confess’d in view) 126 A sudden Star, it shot thro' liquid air, 'And drew behind a radiant trail of hair. Not Berenice's Locks first rose so bright, The heav'ns bespangling with disheveld light. 130

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 survey,
And hail with music its propitious ray.
This the blest Lover shall for Venus take, 135
And send up vows from Rosamonda's lake. .
This Partridge soon shall 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 shining sphere! Not all the tresses that fair head can boast, Shall draw such envy as the Lock you lost. For, after all the murders of your eye, 145 When, after millions sain, yourself shall die;

When those fair suns shall set, as set they must,
And all those trefies shall be laid in dust,
This Lock, the Muse shall consecrate to fame,
And ’midst the stars inscribe Belinda's name. 150