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Rape of the Lock.


NOT with more Glories, in th' Etherial Plain,

The Sun firſt prizes; o'er the purpled Main,

Than iſſuing forth, the Rival of his Beams

Lanch'd on the Boſom of the Silver Thames.

Fair Nymphs, and well-dreſt Youths around her ſhone,

But ev'ry Eye was fixt on her alone.

On her white Breaſt a ſparkling Croſs ſhe wore,

Which Jews might kiſs, and Infidels adore.