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vOLUME II. PAET I.
Born in Died In
Oa Women.—Satire V lgg
!~i (GEORGE I. and GEORGE II.)
THE RAPE OF THE LOCK.
Nolneram, Belinda, tuos violare capillos;
Bed jurat, hoc precibus me tribuisse tuis. Mart.
CANTO I. TI7HAT dire offence from amorous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things, 1 sing—This verse to Caryl, muse! is due: This, ev'n Belinda may vouchsafe to view: Slight is the subject, but not so the praise, If she inspire, and he approve my lays.
Say what strange motive, goddess! could compel A well-bred lord to' assault a gentle belle? O say what stranger cause, yet unexplor'd, Could make a gentle belle reject a lord? Id tasks so bold can little men engage, And in soft bosoms dwells such mighty rage?
Sol through white curtains shot a timorous ray, And op'd those eyes that must eclipse the day. Now lap-dogs give themselves the rouzing shake, And sleepless lovers, just at twelve, awake: Thrice rung the bell, the slipper knock'd the ground, And the press'd watch retura'd a silver sound.
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Belinda still her downy pillow prest.