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The RAPE of the LOCK.
The doubtful Beam long nods from ſide to ſide;
At length the Wits mount up, the Hairs ſubſide.
At length the Wits mount up, the Hairs ſubſide.
See fierce Belinda on the Baron flies,
With more than uſual Lightning in her Eyes;
Nor fear'd the Chief th' unequal Fight to try,
Who ſought no more than on his Foe to die.
But this bold Lord, with manly Strength endu'd,
She with one Finger and a Thumb ſubdu'd:
Juſt where the Breath of Life his Noſtrils drew,
A Charge of Snuff the wily Virgin threw;
The Gnomes direct, to ev'ry Atome juſt,
The pungent Grains of titillating Duſt.
Sudden, with ſtarting Tears each Eye o'erflows,
And the high Dome re-ecchoes to his Noſe.
With more than uſual Lightning in her Eyes;
Nor fear'd the Chief th' unequal Fight to try,
Who ſought no more than on his Foe to die.
But this bold Lord, with manly Strength endu'd,
She with one Finger and a Thumb ſubdu'd:
Juſt where the Breath of Life his Noſtrils drew,
A Charge of Snuff the wily Virgin threw;
The Gnomes direct, to ev'ry Atome juſt,
The pungent Grains of titillating Duſt.
Sudden, with ſtarting Tears each Eye o'erflows,
And the high Dome re-ecchoes to his Noſe.
Now meet thy Fate, incens'd Virago cry'd,
And drew a deadly Bodkin from her Side.
([1]The ſame, his ancient Perſonage to deck,
Her great great Grandſire wore about his Neck
And drew a deadly Bodkin from her Side.
([1]The ſame, his ancient Perſonage to deck,
Her great great Grandſire wore about his Neck
- ↑ In Imitation of the Progreſs of Agamemnon's Scepter in Homer, Il. 2.
