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And dwells fuch rage in softest bofoniš then?
And lodge such daring souls in little men?
Sol thro' white curtains shot a tim'rous ray,
And op'd those eyes that must eclipse the day;
Now lapdogs give themselves the rowsing shake,
And sleepless lovers just at twelve awake:
Thrice rung the bell, the slipper knock'd the ground,
And the press’d.watch return'd a silver sound.
Belinda ftill her downy pillow preft,
Her guardian Sylph prolong’d the balmy rest.
Twas he had summon'd to her silent bed
The morning.dream that hover'd o'er head.
A youth more glittring.than a birth-night beau,
(That ev'n in Number caus'd her cheek to glow)
Seem'd to her ear his winning lips to lay,
And thus in whispers said, or seem'd to say.
Fairest of mortals, thou distinguish’d.care Of thousand bright inhabitants of air! If e'er one vision touch'd thy infant thought, Of all the nurse and all the priest have taught, Of-airy elves by moonlight shadows seen, The silver token, and the circled green, Or virgins visited by angel-pow'rs, With golden crowns and wreaths of heav'nly flow'rs,
Hear and believe! thy own importance know,
Nor bound thy narrow views to things below.
Some secret truths, from learned pride conceald,
To maids alone and children are reveald:
What tho' no credit doubting wits may give?
The fair and innocent shall still believe.
Know then, unnumber'd spirits round thee fly,
The light militia of the lower sky;
These, tho' unseen, are ever on the wing,
Hang o'er the box, and hover round the ring:
Think what an equipage thou haft in air,
And view with scorn two pages and a chair.
As now your own, our beings were of old,
And once inclos'd in woman's beauteous inold;
Thence, by a foft transition we repair
From earthly yehicles to these of air.
Think not, when woman's tranfient breath is fled,
That all her vanities at once are dead:
Succeeding vanities the still regards,
And tho' she plays no morey 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 sprites of fiery termagants in flame
Mount up, and take a Salamander's name:
Soft yielding minds to watex glide away,
And fip, with nymphs, their elemental tea.
The graver prude finks downward to a Gnomen,
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 chafte
Rejects mankind, is by fome Sylph embrac'd :
For fpirits, freed from mortal laws, with ease
Affume 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 mufick 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 swel their prospects, and exalt their pride,
When offers are disdait'd, and love deny'd.
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, 1
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 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 vi&tim fall
To one man's treat, but for another's ball?
When Florio fpeaks, what virgin could withstand,
If gentle Damon did not squeeze her hand?
With varying vanities from ev'ry part,
They fhift the moving toyshop of their heart;
Where wigs with wigs, with sword-knots sword-
Beaus banish beaus, 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, E’er to the main this morning Sun descend. But heav’n reveals not what, or how, or where: Warn’dby the Sylph, oh pious maid, beware! This to disclose is all thy guardian can ; Beware of all, but most beware of man! He said ; when Shack, who thought she slept too
long, Leap'd up, and wak'd his mistress with his tongue. 'Twas then Belinda! if report lay true," Thy eyes first open'd on a billet-doux; Wounds, charms, and ardors, were no sooner read, But all the vision vanith'd from thy head.
And now, unveil'd, the toilet stands display'd, Each filver vase in mystic order laid, Fivít, rob'd in white, the nymph intent adores With head uncover'd, the cosmetic pow'rs. A heav'nly image in the glass appears, To that she bends, to that her eyes the rears;