Ev'n mighty Pam, that Kings and Queens o'erthrew, Thus far both armies to Belinda yield; Now to the Baron fate inclines the field. His warlike Amazon her hoft invades, Th'imperial confort of the crown of Spades. The Club's black tyrant first her victim dy'd, Spite of his haughty mien, and barb'rous pride: What boots the regal circle on his head, His giant limbs in ftate unwieldy spread; That long behind he trails his pompous robe, And, of all monarchs, only grafps the globe? The Baron now his Diamonds pours apace; Th' embroider'd King who fhews but half his face, And his refulgent Queen, with pow'rs combin'd, Of broken troops an eafy conqueft find. Clubs, Diamonds, Hearts, in wild disorder feen, With throngs promifcuous ftrow the level green. Thus, when difpers'd a routed army runs, Of Afia's troops, and Afric's fable fons, With like confufion different nations fly, Of various habit, and of various dye, The pierc'd battalions difunited fall, In heaps on heaps; one fate o'erwhelms them all. The Knave of Diamonds tries his wily arts, And wins (oh fhameful chance!) the Queen of Hearts. E 2 At At this, the blood the virgin's cheek forfook, And now, (as oft in fome distemper'd state) An Ace of Hearts fteps forth; the King unfeen Queen : He springs to vengeance with an eager pace, COFFEE. FOR, lo! the board with cups and spoons is crown'd, The berries crackle, and the mill turns round : The filver lamp; the fiery spirits blaze : IBID. P. 124. THE THE RAPE OF THE LOCK. JUST then, Clarissa drew with tempting grace This juft behind Belinda's neck he spread, near. Just in that inftant, anxious Ariel fought The Peer now fpreads the glitt'ring forfex wide, T'inclofe the Lock; now joins it, to divide. Ev'n then, before the fatal engine clos'd, A wretched Sylph too fondly interpos'd; Fate urg'd the fheers, and cut the Sylph in twain,' (But airy fubftance foon unites again) The meeting points the facred hair diffever Then flash'd the livid lightning from her eyes, And fcreams of horror rend th'affrighted skies. Not louder fhrieks to pitying heav'n are caft, When husbands, or when lap-dogs breathe their laft; Or when rich China veffels fall'n from high, In glitt'ring duft, and painted fragments lie! Let wreaths of triumph now my temples twine, (The Victor cry'd) the glorious Prize is mine! IBID. p. 125. THE CAVE OF SPLEEN. SWIFT on his footy pinions flits the Gnome, And in a vapour reach'd the dismal dome. No chearful breeze this fullen region knows, The dreaded Eaft is all the wind that blows. Here in a grotto, fhelter'd close from air, And fcreen'd in fhades from day's detefted glare, She fighs for ever on her penfive bed, Pain at her fide, and Megrim at her head. Two handmaids wait the throne; alike in place, But diff'ring far in figure and in face. Here ftood Ill-nature like an ancient maid, With ftore of pray'rs, for mornings, nights, and noons, Her hand is fill'd; her bofom with lampoons. There Affectation, with a fickly mien, On On the rich quilt finks with becoming woe, A conftant Vapour o'er the palace flies, Strange phantoms rifing as the mifts arife; Dreadful, as hermits' dreams in haunted fhades, Or bright, as vifions of expiring maids. Now glaring fiends, and fnakes on rolling fpires, . Unnumber'd throngs, on ev'ry fide are feen, Of bodies chang'd to various forms by Spleen. Here living tea pots ftand, one arm held out, One bent; the handle this, and that the fpout. A pipkin there, like Homer's tripod walks ; Here fighs a jar, and there a goofe-pye talks ; Men prove with child, as pow'rful fancy works, And maids, turn'd bottles, call aloud for corks. IBID. P. 127. BELINDA's LAMENTATION. BUT Umbriel, hateful Gnome! forbears not fo; He breaks the Vial whence the forrows flow. Then fee! the Nymph in beauteous grief appears, Her eyes half-languishing, half-drown'd in tears; On her heav'd bofom hung her drooping head, Which, with a figh, fhe rais'd; and thus the faid: For |