1712-Trip+to+London

My Darling T—, I hope everything is going well? Happy birthday to your daughter! I am sorry that I was not there to celebrate her 1st year with you. I am so happy for you and J—. As you know, I am in London for these next few months. It has been a most exciting visit, even if it is for an unpleasant reason. Do not tell my father that I have no intention of finding a husband here in London. I have completely devoted my mind to Mr. P—, utterly and wholly. But I will not allow my personal dispute to ruin my first visit ever to London! In fact, for my birthday, I was allowed to choose which play we would see last week! And T —, it was a most wonderful play.  Thursday previous, my 18th birthday, we went to Drury Lane to see //Love in a Tub//, or so I’ve heard several ladies of quality call it. It is properly named //The Comical Revenge// and quite comical it is. There characters are many, but primarily it “has two couples, Beaufort and Graciana, Bruce and Aurelia, mistaking each other's feelings and becoming embroiled in intrigue, duels, sword play.” It was truly the most entertaining play. My aunt, as stiff as she can be, certainly enjoyed the play as well. I only hope she enjoys MacBeth as much. I have read the text so often and I am thrilled to see it on the stage. I have heard it said that it was such production in December last and I amquite excited to see it. Even more so, it is being put on at the Queen’s Theatre! I could not very very well pass this opportunity up, even if I am supposed to meet my suitor there. I do need your advice. How does one put off these suitors who are promised my hand by my father? I have no interest in any of them, so I fear I must tell father eventually. I am just loathe to leave London so soon, or under such a terrible gloom. With all my love, A—   My Darling T—, I have no been in London for over 2 months and I have been so very busy. I’ve scarce had any time to read or write anything, even letters! I have taken to reading the //London Gazette// at every single moment I can. Just a few days ago, I read a newspaper speaking on only affairs of military strategems. It is shameful that of an entire page of news, only a few lines were anything but military. In this advanced life we lead, we cannot help but be fascinated with control and causing pain to others. We are no worse than the primitive barbarians who attacked Rome for no apparent reason. Far more interesting to me are the advertisements. They are simply fascinating. In that same newspaper from a few days ago, there was an advertisement about a horse that was “stoln or stray’d onto the Grounds of Mrs Allen’s.” There is even a reward for the horse! It seems that Londoners put as much worth in their horses as we do at home. But as shows by these advertisements of yesterday, Londoners, of quality at least, do enjoy their wine as well. There is apparently “100 holds of excellent Pontacq and Margaux Claret, deep, bright, strong, fresh, and of the right Flavour.” I have never had Claret, that I know of. I have tried so many wines and cordials and other fanciful beverages at the many coffeehouses, parties, and gatherings that I know not what I’ve tried anymore. Would it be shameful for a ‘lady of quality’ to request a purchase for this claret? Perhaps I will purchase two bottles and claim they are a gift for you. On a more serious note, in today’s newspaper advertisements, I read that several men deserted from a foot regiment. One of those men was a William Botrite from Norwich. Is this the same William Botrite who asked to marry you those years ago? With all my love, A— 
 * <span style="font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">26 February 1712 **
 * <span style="font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">4 May 1712 **

<span style="font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">My Darling T—, <span style="font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Enclosed with this letter is a copy of perhaps a new poem that has real potential. This poem is a self-called ‘heroi-comical’ and was printed under the name of //Rape of the Locke//. <span style="font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">I was really unsure when I first read it. Within the first 5 lines, the poem reads “What mighty Quarrels rise from Trivial Things/…Slight is the Subject, but not so the Praise.” This poem is truly about the most trivial occurrence, seemingly. In it, the fair Belinda travels to a gathering of many Lords and Ladys where one Baron in particular covets Belinda so much that he makes it his personal mission to obtain a lock of her hair, with or without Belinda’s permission. <span style="font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Trivial! Just as those lines say, the whole affair is absurd! I’m told this is actually a true story, too! All of the details may be invented, possibly, especially the fact that the Baron has a shrine to Belinda’s curls, but the basis of the story is really true! Can you believe that a feud could be started between a family over a lock of hair? But on second thought, I can’t help but consider, ‘What if it happened to me?’ I am not particularly opposed to shorter hair lengths, but really, cutting off someone’s hair without permission, and with the thought to worship said hair, is assault. <span style="font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">I do believe the poem could be more satirical, and that more satire would make it better. A couple lines are already mocking, such as “Here //Britain’s// Statesmen oft the Fall foredoom/Of Foreign Tyrants, and of Nymphs at home.” I think the poet really needs to cover the fact the event is still assault, and satire would do that, especially satire about how trivial the entire lifestyle of the rich can be, not just the hair obssession. <span style="display: block; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: right;">With all my love, A— <span style="display: block; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;">
 * <span style="font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">30 May 1712 **

<span style="font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">My Darling T—, <span style="font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">You will not believe who I met this week! I sent you a copy of his poem weeks ago, so I’m sure you’ve received it. You know I wasn’t too thrilled with the poem, initially, but after speaking with Mr Alexander Pope himself, I may have to change my mind. <span style="font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">I walked into to a coffeehouse to escape the dreary weather, and who just happened to be at the table with the only open spot but him? I couldn’t help but start a conversation about his works with him. <span style="font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Mr Pope has only published a few works, including a series of poems called //Pastorals//. I have not yet had the chance to read his previous works, but Mr Pope explained that none are like the //Rape of the Lock// except maybe, but only maybe, his //Essay on Criticism//.
 * <span style="font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">20 May 1712 **

<span style="font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Mr Pope is a very interesting man outside of his writing though. Apparently, despite, or even because of, his small stature, women seem quite comfortable with in. In fact, I met many ladies who stopped to visit with him while we chatted in the coffeehouse, including the particularly affable Teresa, and Martha, Blount. I think, from the way Mr Pope looked as Ms Teresa, he certainly liked her for more than her friendliness. Poor Mr Pope seemed so taken with her, but I fear his appearance will forever get in the way of any advances. I did a quick sketch of him so that you can see for yourself what I mean. <span style="font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">You’ve told me before that I can be too bold, but I spoke with Mr Pope in detail about what I thought of the //Rape of the Lock//. Apparently Mr Pope agrees with me! He says there are many possiblilites within the poem, and that they must be developed. He wants this poem to eventually have many facets of satire, from politics to love and war, to reputation and humour. I certainly cannot wait for the expanded version. <span style="display: block; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: right;">With all my love, A— <span style="display: block; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;">

<span style="font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">My Darling T—, <span style="font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">After meeting Mr Pope, I had to find some past work of his to read. Most of his works thus far have been translations, or attempts at the style, of early Latin works. You know how dry I find Ovid and Virgil and all those kinds of writings. <span style="font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Well, I finally found and read his //Essay on Criticism//. It was quite a work to read, but so interesting. In the first lines, Mr Pope proposes that criticism, when bad, can be worse than even poor writing. Mr Pope certainly does not restrain himself in telling critics everything that they could possibly do wrong. One fault that I have seen quite often myself, and perhaps even committed, is disregarding a work for silly reasons. “In ev'ry Work regard the Writer's End,/Since none can compass more than they Intend;/And if the Means be just, the Conduct true,/Applause, in spite of trivial Faults, is due.” <span style="font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">This entire work has made me question whether I’m not too harsh on potential texts. I have always disregarded Latin works, but perhaps I should give them a chance? Mr Pope simply adores Aristotle and Virgil and all those types of ancient writers. He puts them all on a pedestal in this poem. Yet, for some reason I cannot seem to bring myself to read them. I’ll have to ruminate on it more. For now, I will enjoy Mr Pope’s //Essay on Criticism// and //Rape of the Lock//. <span style="display: block; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: right;">With all my love, A— <span style="display: block; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"> <span style="display: block; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">My Darling T—, <span style="font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">It is near the end of my trip and I am so sad to leave here. I have met so many new people and I hope to stay in touch with each them, especially Mr Pope and the Blount sisters. <span style="font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">I do not really wish to leave London! The parties, the coffeehouses, the new a different experiences! But I do miss my home and my friends. I especially miss you and your dear child. <span style="font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">I have been looking for new books to read, especially since I will be making a long trip soon, and I found out that the second volume of //A Voyage to the South Sea and Round the World// has been published. Of course I will just tell you about it. I wouldn’t dare try to force you to read a travel book again. Do you remember last time? You got so bored and annoyed that you nearly knocked me out with the book! I do miss you so much. <span style="font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">I will send you a note as soon as I get home. I plan to visit so that I can tell you in more detail about my adventures in London! And we have to try this Pontacq Claret that bought for you. <span style="display: block; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: right;">With all my love, A— <span style="display: block; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"> <span style="display: block; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"> <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> CANTO I <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">WHAT dire Offence from Am'rous Causes springs, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">What mighty Quarrels rise from Trivial Things, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">I sing—This verse to //C—l//, Muse! is due; <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">This, ev'n //Belinda// may vouchsafe to view: <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Slight is the Subject, but not so the Praise, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">If She inspire, and He approve my Lays. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> Say what strange Motive, Goddess! cou’d compel <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">A well-bred //Lord// t' assault a gentle //Belle//? <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">O say what stranger Cause, yet unexplor'd, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Could make a gentle //Belle// reject a //Lord//? <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And dwells such Rage in //softest// //bosoms// then, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And lodge such daring Souls in //little// //Men//? <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> //Sol// thro' white Curtains did his Beams display, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And ope’d those Eyes which brighter shone then they; //<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Shock //<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> just had giv’n himself the rousing Shake, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And Nymphs prepar’d their //Chocolate// to take; <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Thrice the wrought Slipper knock’d against the Ground, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And striking Watches the tenth hour resound. //<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Belinda //<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> rose, and ‘midst attending Dames <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Launch’d on the Bosom of the silver //Thames//: <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">A Train of well-drest Youths around her shone, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And eve‘ry Eye was fix’d on her alone; <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">On her white Breast a sparklling Cross she wore, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Which Jews might kiss, and Infidels adore. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Her lively Looks a sprightly Mind disclose, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Quick as her Eyes, and as unfixt as those: <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Favours to none, to all she Smiles extends; <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Oft she rejects, but never once offends. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Bright as the Sun her Eyes the Gazers strike, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And, like the Sun, the shine on all alike. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Yet graceful Easy and Sweetness void of Pride, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Might hide her Faults, if //Belles// had Faults to hide: <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">If to her share some Female Errors fall, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Loon on her Face, and you’ll forgive ‘em all. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> This Nymph, to the Destruction of Mankinf, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Nourish’d two Locks, which graceful hung behind <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">In equal Curls, and well conspir’d to deck <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">With shining Ringlets her smooth Iv’ry Neck. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Love in these Labyrinths his Slaves detains, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And mightHearts are held in slender Chains. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">With hairy Sprindges we the Birds betray, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Slight Lines of Hair surprize the Finny Prey, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Fair Tresses Man’s Imperial Race insnare, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And Beauty draws us with a //single Hair//. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> Th' advent'rous //Baron// the bright Locks admir'd; <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">He saw, he wish'd, and to the Prize aspir'd. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Resolv'd to win, he meditates the way, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">By Force to ravish, or by Fraud betray; <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">For when Success a Lover's Toil attends, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Few ask, if Fraud or Force attain'd his Ends. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> For this, e’er //Phœbus// rose, he had implor'd <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Propitious Heav'n, and ev'ry Pow'r ador'd, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">But chiefly //Love// — to //Love// an Altar built, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Of twelve vast //French// Romances, neatly gilt. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">There lay the Sword-knot //Sylvia’s// Hands had sown, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">With //Flavia’s// Busk that oft had rapp’d his own: <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">A Fan, a Garter, half a Pair of Gloves; <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And all the Trophies of his former Loves; <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">With tender //Billet-doux// he lights the Pyre, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And breathes three am'rous Sighs to raise the Fire. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Then prostrate falls, and begs with ardent Eyes <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Soon to obtain, and long possess the Prize: <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">The Pow'rs gave Ear, and granted half his Pray'r, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">The rest, the Winds dispers'd in empty air. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> Close by those Meads for ever crown'd with Flow'rs, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Where //Thames// with Pride surveys his rising Tow'rs, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">There stands a Structure of Majestic Frame, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Which from the neighb'ring //Hampton// takes its Name. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Here //Britain's// Statesmen oft the Fall foredoom <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Of Foreign Tyrants, and of Nymphs at home; <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Here thou, great //Anna//! whom three Realms obey. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Dost sometimes Counsel take — and sometimes //Tea//. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> Hither our Nymphs and Heroes did resort, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">To taste awhile the Pleasures of a Court; <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">In various Talk the chearful hours they past, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Of, who was //Bitt//, or who //Copotted// last. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">This speaks the Glory of the //British Queen//, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And that describes a charming //Indian Screen//; <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">A third interprets Motions, Looks, and Eyes; <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">At ev'ry Word a Reputation dies. //<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Snuff //<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">, or the //Fan//, supply each Pause of Chatt, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">With singing, laughing, ogling, and all that. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> Now, when declining from the Noon of Day, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">The Sun obliquely shoots his burning Ray; <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">When hungry Judges soon the Sentence sign, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And Wretches hang that Jury-men may Dine; <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">When Merchants from th' //Exchange// returns in Peace, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And the long Labours of the //Toilette// cease. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> Sudden, the board with cups and spoons is crown’d. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">The Berries crackle, and the Mill turns round; <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">On shining Altars of //Japan// they raise <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">The silver //Lamp//; the fiery Spirits blaze: <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">From silver Spouts the grateful Liquors glide, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">While //China's// Earth receives the smoking Tyde: <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">At once they gratifie their Smell and Taste, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And frequent Cups prolong the rich Repast. //<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Coffee //<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">, (which makes the Politician wise, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And see thro' all things with his half-shut Eyes) <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Sent up in Vapours to the Baron's Brain <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">New Stratagems, the radiant Locke to gain. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Ah cease rash Youth! desist e’er ‘tis too late, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Fear the just Gods, and think of //Scylla's// Fate! <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Chang'd to a Bird, and sent to flit in Air, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">She dearly pays for //Nisus'// injur'd Hair! <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> But when to Mischief Mortals bend their Mind, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">How soon fit Instruments of Ill they find? <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Just then, //Clarissa// drew with tempting Grace <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">A two-edg'd Weapon from her shining Case: <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">So Ladies in Romance assist their Knight, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Present the Spear, and arm him for the Fight. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">He takes the Gift with rev'rence, and extends <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">The little Engine on his Fingers' Ends; <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">This just behind //Belinda's// neck he spread, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">As o'er the fragrant Steams she bends her Head. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">First he expands the glitt’ring //Forfex// wide <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">T’ inclose the Lock; then joins it to divide: <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">One fatal stroke the sacred Hair does sever, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">From the fair Head, for ever, and for ever! <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> The living Fires come flashing from her Eyes, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And Screams of Horror rend th' affrighted Skies. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Not louder Shrieks by Dames to Heav’n are cast, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">When husbands die, or //Lap-dogs// breathe their last; <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Or when rich //China// Vessels fal'n from high, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">In glitt'ring Dust and painted Fragments lie! <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> Let Wreaths of triumph now my Temples twine <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">(The victor cry'd) the glorious Prize is mine! <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">While Fish in Streams, or Birds delight in Air, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Or in a Coach and Six the //British// Fair, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">As long as //Atalantis// shall be read, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Or the small Pillow grace a Lady's Bed, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">While //Visits// shall be paid on solemn days, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">When num'rous Wax-lights in bright Order blaze, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">While nymphs take Treats, or Assignations give, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">So long my Honour, Name, and Praise shall live! <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> What Time wou’d spare, from Steel receives its date, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And Monuments, like Men, submit to Fate! <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Steel could the Labour of the Gods destroy, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And strike to Dust th' aspiring Tow'rs of //Troy//; <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Steel cou’d the Works of mortal Pride confound, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And hew Triumphal Arches to the ground. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">What Wonder then, fair Nymph! thy Hairs shou’d feel, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">The conqu'ring Force of unresisted Steel?
 * <span style="font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">3 June 1712 **
 * <span style="font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">26 June 1712 **
 * __<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 16pt;">Appendix A __**

<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> CANTO II <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">BUT anxious Cares the pensive Nymph opprest, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And secret Passions labour'd in her Breast. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Not youthful Kings in Battel seiz'd alive, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Not scornful Virgins who their Charms survive, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Not ardent Lovers robb'd of all their Bliss, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Not ancient Lady when refus'd a Kiss, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Not Tyrants fierce that unrepenting die, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Not //Cynthia// when her //Manteau's// pinn'd awry, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">E'er felt such Rage, Resentment, and Despair, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">As Thou, sad Virgin! for thy ravish'd Hair. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> While her rack’d Soul Repose and Peace requires, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">The firce Thalestris fans the rising Fires. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">O wretched maid (she spread her hands, and cry'd, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And //Hampton's// Ecechoes, wretched Maid! reply'd) <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Was it for this you took such constant Care //<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Combs, Bodkins, Leads, Pomatums, //<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> to prepare? <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">For this your Locks in Paper Durance bound, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">For this with tort'ring Irons wreath'd around? <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Oh has the youth but been content to seize <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Hairs less in sight—or ny Hairs but these! <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Gods! shall the Ravisher display this Hair, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">While the Fops envy, and the Ladies stare! //<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Honour //<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> forbid! at whose unrival'd Shrine <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Ease, Pleasure, Virtue, All, our Sex resign. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Methinks already I your Tears survey, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Already hear the horrid things they say, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Already see you a degraded Toast, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And all your Honour in a Whisper lost! <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">How shall I, then, your helpless Fame defend? <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">'T will then be Infamy to seem your Friend! <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And shall this Prize, th' inestimable Prize, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Expos'd thro' //Crystal// to the gazing Eyes, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And heighten'd by the //Diamond's// circling Rays, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">On that Rapacious Hand for ever blaze? <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Sooner shall Grass in //Hide//-park //Circus// grow, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And Wits take Lodgings in the Sound of //Bow//; <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Sooner let Earth, Air, Sea, to //Chaos// fall, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Men, Monkies, Lap-dogs, Parrots, perish all!" <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> She said; then raging to //Sir Plume// repairs, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And bids her //Beau// demand the precious Hairs; <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">(//Sir Plume// of //Amber Snuff-box// justly vain, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And the nice Conduct of a //clouded Cane//) <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">With earnest Eyes, and round unthinking Face, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">He first the Snuff-box open'd, then the Case, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And thus broke out — "My Lord, why, what the devil? <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">"Z — ds! damn the Lock! 'fore Gad, you must be civil! <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Plague on't! ‘tis past a Jest — nay prithee, Pox! <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Give her the Hair" — he spoke, and rapp'd his Box. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> It grieves me much (reply'd the Peer again) <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">"Who speaks so well should ever speak in vain. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">But by this Locke, this sacred Locke I swear, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">(Which never more shall join its parted Hair; <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Which never more its Honours shall renew, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Clipp'd from the lovely Head where once it grew) <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">That while my Nostrils draw the vital Air, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">This Hand, which won it, shall for ever wear." <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">He spoke, and speaking, in proud Triumph spread <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">The long-contended Honours of her Head. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> But see! the //Nymph// in Sorrow’s Pomp appears, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Her Eyes half languishing, half drown'd in tears; <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Now livid pale her Cheeks, now glowing red; <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">On her heav’d Bosom hung her drooping Head, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Which, with a Sigh, she rais’d; and thus she said. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> For ever curs'd be this detested day, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Which snatch'd my best, my fav'rite Curl away! <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Happy! ah ten times happy, had I been, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">If //Hampton-Court// these Eyes had never seen! <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Yet am not I the first mistaken Maid, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">By Love of Courts to num'rous Ills betray'd. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Oh had I rather un-admir'd remain'd <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">In some lone //Isle//, or distant //Northern// Land; <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Where the gilt //Chariot// never marks the way, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Where none learn //Ombre//, none e'er taste //Bohea//! <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">There kept my Charms conceal'd from mortal Eye, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Like Roses, that in Deserts bloom and die. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">What mov'd my Mind with youthful Lords to roam? <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Oh had I stay'd, and said my Pray'rs at home! <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">‘T’was this, the Morning //Omens// did fortel; <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Thrice from my trembling hand the //Patch-box// fell; <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">The tott'ring //China// shook without a Wind. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Nay, //Poll// sat mute, and //Shock// was //most unkind//! <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">See the poor Remnants of this slighted Hair! <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">My hands shall rend what ev'n thy rapine spares: <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">This, in two sable Ringlets taught to break, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Once gave new Beauties to the snowy Neck. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">The Sister-Locke now sits uncouth, alone, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And in its Fellow's Fate foresees its own; <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Uncurl'd it hangs, the fatal Shears demands, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And tempts once more thy sacrilegious Hands. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> She saidL the pitying Audience melt in Tears, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">But //Fate// and //Jove// had stopp’d the //Baron’s// Ears. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">In vain //Thalestris// with Reproach assails, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">For who can more when fair //Belinda// fails? <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Not half so fixt the //Trojan//cou’d remain, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">While //Anna// begg’d and //Dido’// rag’d in vain. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">To arms, to arms! the bold //Thelestris// cries, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And swift as Lightning to the Combat flies. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">All side in Parties, and begin th' Attack; <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Fans clap, Silks rustle, and tough Whalebones crack; <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Heroes and Heroins Shouts confus'dly rise, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And bass, and treble Voices strike the Skies. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">No common Weapons in their Hands are found, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Like Gods they fight, nor dread a mortal Wound. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> So when bold //Homer// makes the Gods engage, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And heav'nly Breasts with human Passions rage; <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">'Gainst //Pallas, Mars; Latona, Hermes// Arms; <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And all //Olympus// rings with loud Alarms: //<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Jove's //<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> Thunder roars, Heav'n trembles all around, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Blue //Neptune// storms, the bellowing Deeps resound: //<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Earth //<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> shakes her nodding Tow'rs, the Ground gives way. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And the pale Ghosts start at the Flash of Day! <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> While thro' the Press enrag'd Thalestris flies, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And scatters Death around from both her Eyes, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">A //Beau// and //Witling// perish'd in the Throng, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">One dy’d in //Metaphor//, and one in //Song//. //<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">O cruel nymph! a living Death I bear, // <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Cry'd //Dapperwit//, and sunk beside his Chair. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">A mournful Glance Sir //Fopling// upwards cast, //<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Those eyes are made so killing //<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> — was his last. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Thus on //Mæander's// flow'ry Margin lies <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Th' expiring Swan, and as he sings he dies. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> As bold Sir //Plume// had drawn //Clarissa// down, //<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Chloe //<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> stepp'd in, and kill'd him with a Frown; <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">She smil'd to see the doughty Hero slain, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">But, at her Smile, the Beau reviv'd again. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> Now //Jove// suspends his golden Scales in Air, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Weighs the Men's Wits against the Lady's Hair; <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">The doubtful Beam long nods from side to side; <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">At length the Wits mount up, the Hairs subside. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> See fierce //Belinda// on the //Baron// flies, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">With more than usual Lightning in her Eyes: <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Nor fear'd the Chief th' unequal Fight to try, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Who sought no more than on his Foe to die. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">But this bold Lord, with manly Strength endu'd, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">She with one Finger and a Thumb subdu'd: <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Just where the Breath of Life his Nostrils drew, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">A Charge of //Snuff// the wily Virgin threw; <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Sudden, with starting Tears each Eye o'erflows, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And the high Dome re-echoes to his Nose. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> Now meet thy Fate, th’ incens'd Virago cry'd, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And drew a deadly //Bodkin// from her Side. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Boast not my Fall (he said) insulting Foe! <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Thou by some other shalt be laid as low, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Nor think, to die dejects my lofty Mind; <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">All that I dread is leaving you behind! <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Rather than so, ah let me still survive, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And still burn on, in //Cupid’s// Flames, //Alive//. //<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> Restore the Locke! //<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> she cries; and all around //<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Restore the Locke! //<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> the vaulted Roofs rebound. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Not fierce //Othello// in so loud a Strain <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Roar'd for the Handkerchief that caus'd his Pain. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">But see! how oft Ambitious Aims are cross'd, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And Chiefs contend 'till all the Prize is lost! <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">The Locke, obtain'd with Guilt, and kept with Pain, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">In ev'ry place is sought, but sought in vain: <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">With such a Prize no Mortal must be blest, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">So Heav'n decrees! with Heav'n who can contest? <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> Some thought, it mounted to the Lunar sphere, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Since all that Man e’er lost, treasur'd there. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">There Hero's Wits are kept in pondrous Vases, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And Beau's in //Snuff-boxes// and //Tweezer-cases.// <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">There broken Vows and Death-bed Alms are found, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And Lovers' Hearts with Ends of Riband bound, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">The Courtier's Promises, and Sick Man's Pray'rs, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">The Smiles of Harlots, and the Tears of Heirs, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Cages for Gnats, and Chains to Yoke a Flea, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Dry'd Butterflies, and Tomes of Casuistry. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> But trust the Muse — she saw it upward rise, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Tho' mark'd by none but quick, Poetic Eyes: <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">(So //Rome's// great Founder to the Heav'ns withdrew, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">To //Proculus// alone confess'd in view) <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">A sudden Star, it shot thro' liquid Air, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And drew behind a radiant //Trail of Hair//. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Not //Berenice's// Locks first rose so bright, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">The Skies bespangling with dishevel'd Light. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">This the //Beau-monde// shall from the //Mall// survey, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">As thr’ the Moon-light shade they mightly stray, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And hail with Musick its propitious Ray. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">This //Partridge// soon shall view in cloudless Skies, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">When next he looks thro' //Galileo's// Eyes; <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And hence th' Egregious Wizard shall foredoom <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">The Fate of //Louis//, and the Fall of //Rome//. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> Then cease, bright Nymph! to mourn thy ravish'd Hair, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Which adds new Glory to the shining Sphere! <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Not all the Tresses that fair Head can boast, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Shall draw such Envy as the Locke you lost. <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">For, after all the Murders of your Eye, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">When, after Millions slain, yourself shall die: <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">When those fair Suns shall set, as set they must, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And all those Tresses shall be laid in Dust, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">This Lock, the Muse shall consecrate to Fame, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: Cambria,serif; font-size: 12pt;">And 'midst the Stars inscribe //Belinda's// Name.

<span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> All information on for “The Comical Revenge,” not otherwise cited, can be found in //The London Stage//, page 270. (Ben Ross Schneider, Jr. //Index to the London Stage, 1660-1800//. Ed. Emmett L Avery. Vols. 1700-1729: 2. Carbondale: Southern Illinois University Press, 1979. 2 vols.) <span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> (Lewcock, Dawn. //The Comical Revenge, or Love in a Tub//. 18 September 2007. 7 December 2013. <http://www.litencyc.com/php/sworks.php?rec=true&UID=1225>.) <span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> All information on the entry for “MacBeth,” not otherwise cited, can be found in //The London Stage//, page 271. (Ben Ross Schneider, Jr. //Index to the London Stage, 1660-1800//. Ed. Emmett L Avery. Vols. 1700-1729: 2. Carbondale: Southern Illinois University Press, 1979. 2 vols.) <span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> (News. "London Gazette." London, April 29-May 1, 1712.) <span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> (Classifieds. "London Gazette." London, April 29-May 1, 1712.) <span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> (Classifieds. "London Gazette." London, May 1-3, 1712.) <span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> (Classifieds. "London Gazette." London, May 3-6, 1712.) <span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> The original text of //Rape of the Lock,// found in Appendix A, was recreated using Edward G Fletcher’s exploration of the changes between various editions of the poem. All quotes not otherwise cited are taken from said recreation. (Fletcher, Edward G and A Pope. "The Rape of the Lock." //Studies in English// 1944: 109-173.) <span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> (Constantine, S. "The Story Behind the Poem." 18 February 1997. //Rape of the Lock Home Page.// 5 November 2013. <http://people.umass.edu/sconstan/ombre.html>.) <span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> All information on Alexander Pope and his works not otherwise cited, can be found in the //Oxford Dictionary of National Biography. (//Erskine-Hill, Howard. "Pope, Alexander (1688-1744), poet." January 2008. //Oxford Dictionary of National Biography//. 7 November 2013. <http://www.oxforddnb.com.proxy-um.researchport.umd.edu/view/article/22526?docPos=1>.) <span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> All quotes not otherwise cited are taken from //An Essay on Criticism//. (Pope, Alexander. "An Essay on Criticism." 1711.) <span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> (Classifieds. "London Gazette." London, June 24-26, 1712.)
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 * Created by Aidan Boyd--ENGL 416--Fall 2013**