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Behold four kings in majefty rever'd,
With hoary whiskers and a forky beard:
And-four fair queens whose hands sustain a flow'r,
Th’expreslive emblem of their softer pow'r;
Four knaves in garbs succinct, a trusty band,
Caps on their heads, and halberts in their hand;
And particolour'd troops, a shining train,
Draw forth to combat on the velvet plain.

The skilful nymph reviews her force with care;
Let spades be trumps, the said, and trumps they were.

Now move to war her sable matadores,
In show like leaders of the swarthy Moors.
spadillio firft unconquerable lord !
Led off two captive trumps, and swept the board:
As many more Manillio forc'd to yield,
And march'd a victor from the verdant field.
Him Bafto follow'd, but his fate more hard
Gain'd but one trump and one Pleleian card.
With his broad sabre next, a chief in years,
The hoary majesty of spades appears;
Puts forth one manly leg, to fight reveal’d;
The rest, his many-colour'derobe conceal'd.

The rebel knave, who dares his prince engage,
Proves the juft victim of his royal rage,


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Ev'n mighty Pam that kings and queens o'erthrew,
And mow'd down armies in the fights of Ltd,
Sad chance of war! now, destitute of aid,
Falls undistinguish'd by the victor fpade!

Thus far both armies to Belinda yield;
Now. to the Baron fate inclines the field.
His warlike Amazın her host 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 grasps the globe?

The Baron now his diamonds pours apace;
Th' embroider'd king who shows but half his face,
And his refulgent queen, with pow'rs combin'd,
Of broken troops an easie conquest find,
Clubs, diamonds, hearts, in wild disorder seen,
With throngs promiscuous strow the level green.
Thus when dispers'd a routed army.runsy.
Of Afia's troops, and Afric's fable fons,
With like confusion diff'rent nations fly,.
In various habits, and of various dye, :


The pierc'd battalions disunited fall,
in heaps on heaps; one fate o'erwhelms them all.

The knave of diamonds tries his wily arts,
And wins (oh shameful chance !) the queen of hearts
At this, the blood the virgin's cheek forsook,
A livid paleness spreads o'er all her look;
She sees, and trembles at th' approaching ill,
Just in the jaws of ruin, and Codille.
And now, (as oft' in fome distemper'd states
On one nice trick depends the gen’ral fate.
An ace of hearts steps forth: The king unseen
Lurk'd in her hand, and mourn'd his captive queen,
He springs to vengeance with an eager pace,
And falls like thunder on the proftrate ace.
The nymph exulting fills with shouts the sky.
The walls, the woods, and long canals reply.

Oh thoughtless mortals! ever blind to fare, Too soon dejected, and too foon elate ! Sudden, these honours shall be snatch'd away, And curs’d for ever this victorious day.

For lo! the board with cups and spoons is crown'a, The berries crackle, and the mill turns round: On shining altars of Japan they taise The filver lamp; the fiery spirits blaze;


From filver spouts the grateful liquors glide,
And China's earth receives the smoking tide.
At once they gratify their scent and taste,
While frequent cups prolong the rich repaft.
Strait hover round the fair her airy band;
Some, as the fipp'd, the fuming liquor fann'd,
Some o'er her lap their careful plumes display'd,
Trembling, and conscious of the rich brocade.
Coffee, (which makes the politician wife,
And see thro' all things with his half-fhut eyes)
Sent up in vapours to the baron's brain
New stratagems, the radiant lock to gain.
Ah cease, rash youth! defist e'er 'tis too late,
Fear the just Gods, and think of * Scylla's fate!
Chang'd to a bird, and sent to flit in air,
She dearly pays for Nifus' injar'd hair!

But when to mischief mortals bend their will,
How soon they find fit inftruments of ill?
Just then Clarissa drew with tempting grace
A two-edg'd weapon from her shining case;
So ladies in romance affift their knight,
Present the spear, and arm him for the fight.

* Vide Ovid, Metam, 8.

He takes the gift with rev'rence, and extends
The little engine on his finger's ends :
This just behind Belinda's neck he spread,
As o'er the fragrant Areams she bends her head.
Swift to the lock a thousand sprites repair,
A thousand wings by turns blow back the hair;
And thrice they twitch'd the diamond in her ear;
Thrice she look'd back, and thrice the foe drew near,
Just in that instant, anxious Ariel sought
The close recesses of the virgin's thought;
As on the nosegay in her breast reclin'd,
He watch'd th' ideas' rifing in her mind,
Sudden he view'd, in spite of all her art
An earthly lover lurking at her heart.
Ainaz’d, confus’d, he found his pow'r expir'd,
Resign'd to fate, and with a figh retir'd.

The Peer now fpreads the glitt'ring Forfex wide,
T' inclose 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 sheers, and cut the Sylph in twain,
* But airy substance soon unites again)

* See Milton, lib. 6. of Satan cut asunder by the angel Michae!,

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