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Know farther yet; whoever, fair and chaste,
Rejects mankind, is by fome Sylph embrac'd :
For Spirits, freed from mortal laws, with ease
Assume what sexes and what shapes they pleafe.
What guards the purity of melting maids,
In courtly balls, and midnight masquerades,

Safe from the treach'rous friend, the daring spark, - The glance by day, the whisper in the dark,

When kind occasion prompts their warm desires,
When music softens, and when dancing fires ?
'Tis but their Sylph, the wise Celestials know,
Tho’Honour is the word with Men below.

Some nymphs there are, too conscious of their face,
For life predestin'd to the Gnomes embrace.
These swell their prospects and exalt their pride,
When offers are disdain'd, and love deny'd :
Then gay ideas croud the vacant brain,
While Peers, and Dukes, and all their sweeping train,
And Garters, Stars, and Coronets appear,
And, in soft sounds, Your Grace salutes their ear.
'Tis these that early taint the female soul,
Instruct the eyes of young Coque tes to roll,
Teach infant cheeks a bidden blush to know,
And little hearts to flutter at a Beau.

Oft, when the world imagine women stray,
The Sylphs thro' mystic mazes guide their way,
Thro' all the giddy circle they pursue,
And old impertinence expel by new.
What tender maid but must a victim fall
To one man's treat, but for another's ball ?


When Florio speaks, what virgin could withstand,
If gentle Damon did not squeeze her hand ;
With varying vanities, from ev'ry part
They shift the moving Toy-shop of their heart ;
Where wigs with wigs, with sword-knots sword-knots

Beaux banish beaux, and coaches coaches drive.
This erring mortals Levity may call,
Oh blind to truth! the Sylphs contrive it all.

Of these am I, who thy protection claim;
A watchful sprite, and Ariel is my name.
Late, as I rang'd the crystal wilds of air,
In the clear Mirror of thy ruling star
I saw, alas, some dread event impend,
Ere to the main this morning fun dcfccnd;
But heav'n reveals not what, or how, or where:
Warn’d by the Sylph, oh pious maid, beware!
This to disclofe is all thy guardian can:
Beware of all; but, most, beware of Man !
He said ; when Shock, who thought she slept too

long, Leap'd up, and wak'd his mistress with his tongue. 'Twas then, Belinda, if report say true,

first open'd on a Billet-doux ; Wounds, Charms, and Ardors, were no sooner read, But all the Vision vanilh'd from thy head.

And now, unveil'd, the Toilet stands display'd, Each silver vase in mystic order laid. First, rob’d in white, the Nymph intent adores, With head uncover'd, the Cosmetic pow'rs.

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A heav'nly image in the glass appears,
To that the bends, to that her eyes
Th’inferior Priestess, at her altar's side,
Trembling, begins the sacred rites of Pride.
Unnumber'd treasures ope at once, and here
The various off rings of the world appear;
From each the nicely culls, with curious toil,
And decks the Goddess with the glitt'ring spoil.
This casket, India's glowing gems unlocks,
And all Arabia breathes from yonder box.
The Tortoise here and Elephant unite,
Transform'd to combs, the speckled and the white.
Here files of pins extend their shining rows,
Puffs, Powders, Patches, Bibles, Billet-doux.
Now awful beauty puts on ali iis arms;
The fair each moment rises in her charms,
Repairs her smiles, awakens every grace,
And calls forth all the wonders of her face :
Sees by degrees a purer blush arise,
And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes.
The busy Sylphs surround their darling care,
These set the head, and those divide the hair ;
Some fold the sleeve, whilst others plait the gown;
And Betty's prais'd for labours not her own.

Not with more glories, in th' etherial plain,
The fun first rises o'er the purpled main,
Than, issuing forth, the rival of his beams
Launch'd on the bosom of the filver'a Thames.
Fair Nymphs, and well-dress’d Youths, around her

phone, But 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 unfix'd as those;
Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ;
Oft she rejects, but never once ortends.
Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike,
And, like the sun, they shine on all alike.
Yet graceful ease, 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 forget 'em all.

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, the smooth iv'ry neck.
Love in these labyrinths his slaves detains,
And mighty hearts are held in slender chains.
With hairy springes we the birds betray,
Slight lines of hair furprize the enny prey,
Fair treffes men's imperial race infiare,
And beauty draws us with a single hair.

Th' advent'rous Baron the bright locks admir'd; He saw, he willi'd, and to the prize aspir'd. Resolv'd to win, he meditates the way, By force to ravish, or by fraud betray; For when success a lover's toil attends, Few ask, if fraud or force attain'd his ends.

For this, 'ere Phæbus rose, he had implor'd Propitious hear'n, and ev'ry pow'r ador'd;

But chiefly Love to Love an Altar built,
Of twelve vaft French Romances, neatly gilt.
There lay three garters, half a pair of gloves,
And all the trophies of his former loves.
With tender billet-doux he lights the pyre,
And breathes three am'rous sighs to raise the fire.
Then prostrate falls, and begs, with ardent eyes,
Soon to obtain, and long possess the prize:
The pow'rs gave ear, and granted half his pray'r,
The rest, the winds dispers’d in empty air.
But now secure the painted vessel glides,
The sun-beams trembling on the floating tides :
While melting music steals upon the sky,
And soften'd sounds along the waters die ;
Smooth flow the waves, the Zephyrs gently play,
Belinda smil'd, and all the world was gay.
All but the Sylph-with careful thoughts opprest,
Th’impending woe sat heavy on his breast.
He fummons ftrait his Denizens of air;
The lucid squadrons round the fails repair :
Soft o'er the shrouds aërial whispers breathe,
That seem'd but Zephyrs to the train beneath.
Some to the fun their infect-wings unfold,
Waft on the breeze, or fink in clouds of gold;.
Transparent forms, too fine for mortal sight,
Their fluid bodies half diffolv'd in light.
Loose to the wind their airy garments flew,
Thin glittring textures of the filmy det,
Dip'd in the richett tincture of the skies,
Where light disports in cver-mingling dyes,


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