Hear, and believe! Thy own importance know;
Nor bound thy narrow views to things below!
Some secret truths, from learned Pride concealed,
To maids alone and children are revealed!
What though no credit doubting Wits may give;
The Fair and Innocent shall still believe!

'Know then, unnumbered Spirits round thee fly! The light Militia of the lower sky!

These, though unseen, are ever on the wing,
Hang o'er the Box, and hover round the Ring.
'Think what an equipage thou hast in air;
And view with scorn two Pages and a Chair!
As now your own, our Beings were of old;
And once inclosed in Woman's beauteous mould:
Thence, by a soft transition, we repair
From earthly vehicles to these of air.

'Think not, when Woman's transient breath is fled, That all her vanities at once are dead! Succeeding vanities she still regards;

And, though she plays no more, o'erlooks the cards! Her joy in gilded Chariots, when alive,

And love of Ombre, after death survive!

For when the Fair in all their pride expire,

To their first Elements the souls retire!
The Sprights of fiery termagants in flame
Mount up, and take a Salamander's name.
Soft yielding minds to water glide away;
And sip with Nymphs their Elemental tea.
The graver Prude sinks downward to a Gnome,
In search of mischief still on earth to roam.

The light Coquettes in Sylphs aloft repair,
And sport and flutter in the fields of air.

'Know farther yet, Whoever fair and chaste
Rejects Mankind, is by some Sylph embraced;
For Spirits, freed from mortal laws, with ease
Assume what sexes, and what shapes, they please.
'What guards the purity of melting Maids
In Courtly Balls, and midnight Masquerades,
Safe from the treach'rous friend, and 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;
Though Honour is the word with men below.

'Some Nymphs there are, too conscious of their face, For life predestined to the Gnomes' embrace: Who swell their prospects, and exalt their pride; When offers are disdained, and love denied. Then, gay ideas crowd 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 Coquettes to roll,
Teach infants' cheeks, a bidden blush to know;
And little hearts to flutter at a Beau!

'Oft when the World imagine women stray, The Sylphs through mystic mazes guide their way! Through 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 Toyshop of their heart; Where wigs with wigs, with sword-knots, sword-knots strive;

Beaus banish Beaus; and coaches, coaches drive.
This, erring mortals Levity may call.

O, 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 ranged 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's sun descend!
But Heaven reveals not What, or How, or Where.
'Warned by thy Sylph, O, pious Maid! beware!
This to disclose is all thy Guardian can!
Beware of all! but most beware of Man!'

He said: when Shock, who thought she slept too long, Leapt up, and waked his Mistress with his tongue. 'Twas then, BELINDA! if report say true,

Thy eyes first opened on a billet-doux.

Wounds, charms, and ardours were no sooner read; But all the vision vanished from thy head!

And now, unveiled, the Toilet stands displayed; Each silver vase in mystic order laid.

First, robed in white, the Nymph intent adores,
With head uncovered, the Cosmetic Powers.
A heavenly image in the Glass appears;
To that she bends, to that her eyes she rears.
Th' inferior Priestess, at her altar's side,
Trembling begins the sacred rites of Pride.
Unnumbered treasures ope at once; and here
The various off'rings of the world appear.
From each she 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,
Transformed to combs, the speckled and the white
Here files of pins extend their shining rows,
Puffs, powders, Patches, Bibles, billets-doux.
Now, awful Beauty puts on all its Arms;
The Fair, each moment, rises in her charms!
Repairs her smiles, awakens ev'ry 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, while others plait the gown: And BETTY 's praised for labours not her own!

THE RAPE OF THE LOCK.

CANTO II.

NOT with more glories in th' ethereal plain, The sun first rises o'er the purpled Main, Than, issuing forth, the Rival of his beams Launched on the bosom of the silver Thames. Fair Nymphs and well-dressed Youths around her shone;

But ev'ry eye was fixed on her alone.

On her white breast, a sparkling cross she wore;
Which Jews might kiss, and Infidels adore!
Her lively looks a sprightly mind disclose;
Quick as her eyes, and as unfixed as those.
Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ;
Oft she rejects, but never once offends.

Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike;
And, like the sun, they shine on all alike.