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The RAPE of the LOCK.
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While thro' the Preſs enrag'd Thaleſtris flies,
And ſcatters Deaths around from both her Eyes,
A Beau and Witling periſh'd in the Throng,
One dy'd in Metaphor, and one in Song.
O cruel Nymph! a living Death I bear,
Cry'd Dapperwit, and ſunk beſide his Chair.
A mournful Glance Sir Fopling upwards caſt,
[1]Thoſe Eyes are made ſo killing———was his laſt:
Thus on Meander's flow'ry Margin lies
Th' expiring Swan, and as he ſings he dies.

As bold Sir Plume had drawn Clariſſa down,
Chloe ſtept in, and kill'd him with a Frown;
She ſmil'd to ſee the doughty Hero ſlain,
But at her Smile the Beau reviv'd again.

[2]Now Jove ſuſpends his golden Scales in Air,
Weighs the Mens Wits againſt the Lady's Hair;

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  1. A Song in the Opera of Camilla.
  2. Vid. Homer. Il. 22. & Virg. Æn. 12.