The Rape of the Lock

By Alexander Pope

Edited by Jack Lynch

This is the expanded, five-canto version of the poem. (More details to come.)


The
RAPE of the LOCK.
an
heroi-comical
P O E M.

In Five Canto's.

Alexander Pope

   
Nolueram, Belinda, tuos violare capillos,
   Sed juvat hoc precibus me tribuisse tuis.

Martial. 1 

Canto I

What dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, 2 
What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things,
I sing — This Verse to C——, 3  Muse! is due;
This, ev'n Belinda may vouchfafe to view:
Slight is the Subject, but not so the Praise,
If She inspire, and He approve my Lays.
   Say what strange Motive, Goddess! cou'd compel
A well-bred Lord t'assault a gentle Belle?
Oh say what stranger Cause, yet unexplor'd,
Cou'd make a gentle Belle reject a Lord? [1.10]
And dwells such Rage in softest Bosoms then?
And lodge such daring Souls in Little Men?

   Sol 4  thro' white Curtains shot a tim'rous Ray,
And op'd those Eyes that must eclipse the Day;
Now Lapdogs give themselves the rowzing Shake,
And sleepless Lovers, just at Twelve, awake:
Thrice rung the Bell, the Slipper knock'd the Ground,
And the press'd Watch 5  return'd a silver Sound.
Belinda still her downy Pillow prest,
Her Guardian Sylph prolong'd the balmy Rest. [1.20]
'Twas he had summon'd to her silent Bed
The Morning-Dream that hover'd o'er her Head.
A Youth more glitt'ring than a Birth-night Beau, 6 
(That ev'n in Slumber caus'd her Cheek to glow)
Seem'd to her Ear his winning Lips to lay,
And thus in Whispers said, or seem'd to say.

   Fairest of Mortals, thou distinguish'd Care
Of thousand bright Inhabitants of Air!
If e'er one Vision touch'd thy infant Thought,
Of all the Nurse and all the Priest have taught, [1.30]
Of airy Elves by Moonlight Shadows seen,
The silver Token, and the circled Green,
Or Virgins visited by Angel-Pow'rs,
With Golden Crowns and Wreaths of heav'nly Flowers,
Hear and believe! thy own Importance know,
Nor bound thy narrow Views to Things below.
Some secret Truths from Learned Pride conceal'd,
To Maids alone and Children are reveal'd:
What tho' no Credit doubting Wits may give? 7 
The Fair and Innocent shall still believe. [1.40]
Know then, unnumbered Spirits round thee fly,
The light Militia of the lower Sky;
These, tho' unseen, are ever on the Wing,
Hang o'er the Box, 8  and hover round the Ring. 9 
Think what an Equipage 10  thou hast in Air,
And view with scorn Two Pages and a Chair. 11 
As now your own, our Beings were of old,
And once inclos'd in Woman's beauteous Mold;
Thence, by a soft Transition, we repair 12 
From earthly Vehicles to these of Air. [1.50]
Think not, when Woman's transient Breath is fled,
That all her Vanities at once are dead:
Succeeding Vanities she still regards,
And tho' she plays no more, o'erlooks the Cards.
Her Joy in gilded Chariots, when alive,
And Love of Ombre, 13  after Death survive.
For when the Fair in all their Pride expire,
To their first Elements the Souls retire:
The Sprights of fiery Termagants 14  in Flame
Mount up, and take a Salamander's 15  Name. [1.60]
Soft yielding Minds to Water glide away,
And sip with Nymphs, their Elemental Tea.
The graver Prude sinks downward to a Gnome,
In search of Mischief still on Earth to roam.
The light Coquettes in Sylphs aloft repair,
And sport and flutter in the Fields of Air.

   Know farther yet; Whoever fair and chaste
Rejects Mankind, is by some Sylph embrac'd:
For Spirits, freed from mortal Laws, with ease
Assume what Sexes and what Shapes they please. [1.70]
What guards the Purity of melting Maids,
In Courtly Balls, and Midnight Masquerades,
Safe from the treach'rous Friend, and daring Spark, 16 
The Glance by Day, the Whisper in the Dark;
When kind Occasion prompts their warm Desires,
When Musick softens, and when Dancing fires?
'Tis but their Sylph, the wise Celestials know,
Tho' Honour is the Word with Men below.

   Some Nymphs there are, too conscious of their Face,
For Life predestin'd to the Gnomes Embrace. [1.80]
These swell their Prospects and exalt their Pride,
When Offers are disdain'd, and Love deny'd.
Then gay Ideas crowd the vacant Brain;
While Peers and Dukes, and all their sweeping Train, 17 
And Garters, Stars, and Coronets 18  appear,
And in soft Sounds, Your Grace 19  salutes their Ear.
'Tis these that early taint the Female Soul,
Instruct the Eyes of young Coquettes to roll,
Teach Infants Cheeks a bidden Blush 20  to know,
And little Hearts to flutter at a Beau. [1.90]

   Oft when the World imagine Women stray,
The Sylphs thro' mystick Mazes guide their Way,
Thro' all the giddy Circle they pursue,
And old Impertinence expel by new.
What tender Maid but must a Victim fall
To one Man's Treat, but for another's Ball?
When Florio speaks, what Virgin could withstand,
If gentle Damon did not squeeze her Hand?
With varying Vanities, from ev'ry Part,
They shift the moving Toyshop 21  of their Heart; [1.100]
Where Wigs with Wigs, with Sword-knots Sword-knots strive,
Beaus banish Beaus, and Coaches Coaches drive. 22 
This erring Mortals Levity may call,
Oh blind to Truth! the Sylphs contrive it all.

   Of these am I, who thy Protection claim,
A watchful Sprite, and Ariel is my Name.
Late, as I rang'd the Crystal Wilds of Air,
In the clear Mirror 23  of thy ruling Star
I saw, alas! some dread Event impend,
E're to the Main this Morning Sun descend. [1.110]
But Heav'n reveals not what, or how, or where:
Warn'd by thy Sylph, oh Pious Maid beware!
This to disclose is all thy Guardian can.
Beware of all, but most beware of Man!

   He said; when Shock, 24  who thought she slept too long,
Leapt up, and wak'd his Mistress with his Tongue.
'Twas then Belinda, if Report say true,
Thy Eyes first open'd on a Billet-doux. 25 
Wounds, Charms, and Ardors, were no sooner read,
But all the Vision vanish'd from thy Head. [1.120]

   And now, unveil'd, the Toilet 26  stands display'd,
Each Silver Vase in mystic Order laid.
First, rob'd in White, the Nymph intent adores
With Head uncover'd, the cosmetic Pow'rs.
A heav'nly Image in the Glass appears,
To that she bends, to that her Eyes she rears;
Th' inferior Priestess, at her Altar's side,
Trembling, begins the sacred Rites of Pride.
Unnumber'd Treasures ope at once, and here
The various Off'rings of the World appear; 27  [1.130]
From each she nicely 28  culls with curious Toil,
And decks the Goddess with the glitt'ring Spoil.
This Casket India's glowing Gems unlocks,
And all Arabia breathes from yonder Box.

The Tortoise here and Elephant unite,
Transform'd to Combs, the speckled and the white.
Here Files of Pins extend their shining Rows,
Puffs, Powders, Patches, Bibles, Billet-doux.
Now awful 29  Beauty puts on all its Arms;
The Fair each moment rises in her Charms, [1.140]
Repairs her Smiles, awakens ev'ry Grace,
And calls forth all the Wonders of her Face;
Sees by Degrees a purer Blush arise,
And keener Lightnings quicken in her Eyes.
The busy Sylphs surround their darling Care;
These set the Head, and those divide the Hair,
Some fold the Sleeve, while others plait the Gown;
And Betty's 30  prais'd for Labours not her own.

Canto II

Not with more Glories, in th' Etherial Plain,
The Sun first rises 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 fix'd on her alone.
On her white Breast a sparkling Cross she wore,
Which Jews might kiss, and Infidels adore.
Her lively Looks a sprightly Mind disclose,
Quick as her Eyes, and as unfix'd as those: [2.10]
Favours to none, to all she Smiles extends,
Oft she rejects, but never once offends.
Bright as the Sun, her Eyes the Gazers strike,
And, like the sun, they shine on all alike.
Yet graceful Ease, and Sweetness void of Pride,
Might hide her Faults, if Belles had faults to hide:
If to her share some Female Errors fall,
Look on her Face, and you'll forget 'em all.

   This Nymph, to the Destruction of Mankind,
Nourish'd two Locks, which graceful hung behind [2.20]
In equal Curls, and well conspir'd to deck
With shining Ringlets her smooth Iv'ry Neck.
Love in these Labyrinths his Slaves detains,
And mighty Hearts are held in slender Chains.
With hairy Sprindges 31  we the Birds betray,
Slight Lines of Hair surprize the Finny Prey,
Fair Tresses Man's Imperial Race insnare,
And Beauty draws us with a single Hair.

   Th' Adventrous Baron the bright Locks admir'd,
He saw, he wish'd, and to the Prize aspir'd: [2.30]
Resolv'd to win, he meditates the way,
By Force to ravish, or by Fraud betray;
For when Success a Lover's Toil attends,
Few ask, if Fraud or Force attain'd his Ends.

   For this, e're Phoebus rose, he had implor'd
Propitious Heav'n, and ev'ry Pow'r ador'd,
But chiefly Love — to Love an Altar built,
Of twelve vast French Romances, neatly gilt. 32 
There lay three Garters, half a Pair of Gloves;
And all the Trophies of his former Loves. [2.40]
With tender Billet-doux 33  he lights the Pyre,
And breathes three am'rous Sighs to raise the Fire.
Then prostrate falls, and begs with ardent Eyes
Soon to obtain, and long possess the Prize:
The Pow'rs gave Ear, and granted half his Pray'r,
The rest, the Winds dispers'd in empty Air.

   But now secure the painted Vessel glides,
The Sun-beams trembling on the floating Tydes,
While melting Musick steals upon the Sky,
And soften'd Sounds along the Waters die. [2.50]
Smooth flow the Waves, the Zephyrs 34  gently play,
Belinda smil'd, and all the World was gay.
All but the Sylph — With careful Thoughts opprest,
Th' impending Woe sate heavy on his Breast.
He summons strait his Denizens of Air;
The lucid Squadrons round the Sails repair:
Soft o'er the Shrouds Aerial Whispers breathe,
That seem'd but Zephyrs to the Train beneath.
Some to the Sun their Insect-Wings unfold,
Waft on the Breeze, or sink in Clouds of Gold. [2.60]
Transparent Forms, too fine for mortal Sight,
Their fluid Bodies half dissolv'd in Light.
Loose to the Wind their airy Garments flew,
Thin glitt'ring Textures of the filmy Dew;
Dipt in the richest Tincture of the Skies,
Where Light disports in ever-mingling Dies,
While ev'ry Beam new transient Colours flings,
Colours that change whene'er they wave their Wings.
Amid the Circle, on the gilded Mast,
Superior by the Head, was Ariel plac'd; [2.70]
His Purple Pinions 35  opening to the Sun,
He rais'd his Azure Wand, and thus begun.

   Ye Sylphs and Sylphids, to your Chief give Ear,
Fays, Fairies, Genii, Elves, and Dæmons hear!
Ye know the Spheres and various Tasks assign'd,
By Laws Eternal, to th' Aerial Kind.
Some in the Fields of purest íther play,
And bask and whiten in the Blaze of Day.
Some guide the Course of wandring Orbs on high,
Or roll the Planets thro' the boundless Sky. [2.80]
Some less refin'd, beneath the Moon's pale Light
Hover, and catch the shooting stars by Night;
Or suck the Mists in grosser Air below,
Or dip their Pinions in the painted Bow,
Or brew fierce Tempests on the wintry Main,
Or o'er the Glebe 36  distill the kindly Rain.
Others on Earth o'er human Race preside,
Watch all their Ways, and all their Actions guide:
Of these the Chief the Care of Nations own,
And guard with Arms Divine the British Throne. [2.90]

   Our humbler Province is to tend the Fair,
Not a less pleasing, tho' less glorious Care.
To save the Powder from too rude a Gale,
Nor let th' imprison'd Essences exhale,
To draw fresh Colours from the vernal Flow'rs,
To steal from Rainbows ere they drop in Show'rs
A brighter Wash; to curl their waving Hairs,
Assist their Blushes, and inspire their Airs;
Nay oft, in Dreams, Invention 37  we bestow,
To change a Flounce, or add a Furbelo. 38  [2.100]

   This Day, black Omens threat the brightestFair
That e'er deserv'd a watchful Spirit's Care;
Some dire Disaster, or by Force, or Slight,
But what, or where, the Fates have wrapt in Night.
Whether the Nymph shall break Diana's Law, 39 
Or some frail China Jar receive a Flaw,
Or stain her Honour, or her new Brocade,
Forget her Pray'rs, or miss a Masquerade,
Or lose her Heart, or Necklace, at a Ball;
Or whether Heav'n has doom'd that Shock must fall. [2.110]
Haste then ye Spirits! to your Charge repair;
The flutt'ring Fan be Zephyretta's Care;
The Drops 40  to thee, Brillante, we consign;
And Momentilla, let the Watch be thine;
Do thou, Crispissa, tend her fav'rite Lock;
Ariel himself shall be the Guard of Shock.

   To Fifty chosen Sylphs, of special Note,
We trust th' important Charge, the Petticoat. 41 
Oft have we known that sev'nfold Fence to fail;
Tho' stiff with Hoops, and arm'd with Ribs of Whale. [2.120]
Form a strong Line about the Silver Bound,
And guard the wide Circumference around.

   Whatever spirit, careless of his Charge,
His Post neglects, or leaves the Fair at large,
Shall feel sharp Vengeance soon o'ertake his Sins,
Be stopt in Vials, or transfixt with Pins.
Or plung'd in Lakes of bitter Washes lie,
Or wedg'd whole Ages in a Bodkin's Eye: 42 
Gums and Pomatums 43  shall his Flight restrain,
While clog'd he beats his silken Wings in vain; [2.130]
Or Alom-Stypticks with contracting Power
Shrink his thin Essence like a rivell'd Flower.
Or as Ixion 44  fix'd, the Wretch shall feel
The giddy Motion of the whirling Mill,
In Fumes of burning Chocolate shall glow,
And tremble at the Sea that froaths below!

   He spoke; the Spirits from the Sails descend;
Some, Orb in Orb, around the Nymph extend,
Some thrid the mazy Ringlets of her Hair,
Some hang upon the Pendants of her Ear; [2.140]
With beating Hearts the dire Event they wait,
Anxious, and trembling for the Birth of Fate.

Canto III

Close by those Meads for ever crown'd with Flow'rs,
Where Thames with Pride surveys his rising Tow'rs,
There stands a Structure of Majestick Frame,
Which from the neighb'ring Hampton takes its Name.
Here Britain's Statesmen oft the Fall foredoom
Of Foreign Tyrants, and of Nymphs at home;
Here Thou, great Anna! whom three Realms obey,
Dost sometimes Counsel take — and sometimes Tea. 45 
   Hither the Heroes and the Nymphs resort,
To taste awhile the Pleasures of a Court; [3.10]
In various Talk th' instructive hours they past,
Who gave the Ball, or paid the Visit last:
One speaks the Glory of the British Queen,
And one describes a charming Indian Screen.
A third interprets Motions, Looks, and Eyes;
At ev'ry Word a Reputation dies.
Snuff, or the Fan, supply each Pause of Chat,
With singing, laughing, ogling, and all that.

   Mean while declining from the Noon of Day,
The Sun obliquely shoots his burning Ray; [3.20]
The hungry Judges soon the Sentence sign,
And Wretches hang that Jury-men may Dine;
The Merchant from th' exchange 46  returns in Peace,
And the long Labours of the Toilette cease—
Belinda now, whom Thirst of Fame invites,
Burns to encounter two adventrous Knights,
At Ombre singly to decide their Doom;
And swells her Breast with Conquests yet to come.
Strait the three Bands prepare in Arms to join,
Each Band the number of the Sacred Nine. 47  [3.30]
Soon as she spreads her Hand, th' Aerial Guard
Descend, and sit on each important Card,
First Ariel perch'd upon a Matadore, 48 
Then each, according to the Rank they bore;
For Sylphs, yet mindful of their ancient Race,
Are, as when Women, wondrous fond of place.

   Behold, four Kings in Majesty rever'd, 49 
With hoary Whiskers and a forky Beard;
And four fair Queens whose hands sustain a Flow'r,
Th' expressive Emblem of their softer Pow'r; [3.40]
Four Knaves in Garbs succinct, 50  a trusty Band,
Caps on their heads, and Halberds in their hand;
And Particolour'd Troops, a shining Train,
Draw forth to Combat on the Velvet Plain.

   The skilful Nymph reviews her Force withCare;
Let Spades be Trumps, she said, and Trumps they were.

   Now move to War her Sable Matadores,
In Show like Leaders of the swarthy Moors.
Spadillio 51  first, unconquerable Lord!
Led off two captive Trumps, and swept the Board. [3.50]
As many more Manillio 52  forc'd to yield,
And march'd a Victor from the verdant Field.
Him Basto follow'd, but his Fate more hard
Gain'd but one Trump and one Plebeian Card.
With his broad Sabre next, a Chief in Years,
The hoary Majesty of Spades appears;
Puts forth one manly Leg, to sight reveal'd;
The rest his many-colour'd Robe conceal'd.
The Rebel-Knave, who dares his Prince engage,
Proves the just Victim of his Royal Rage. [3.60]
Ev'n mighty Pam 53  that Kings and Queens o'erthrow,
And mow'd down Armies in the Fights of Lu, 54 
Sad Chance of War! now, destitute of Aid,
Falls undistinguish'd by the Victor Spade.

   Thus far both Armies to Belinda yield;
Now to the Baron Fate inclines the Field.
His warlike Amazon her Host invades,
Th' Imperial Consort of the Crown of Spades.
The Club's black Tyrant first her Victim dy'd,
Spite of his haughty Mien, 55  and barb'rous Pride: [3.70]
What boots 56  the Regal Circle on his Head,
His Giant Limbs in State 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. [3.80]
Thus when dispers'd a routed Army runs,
Of Asia's Troops, and Africk's Sable Sons,
With like Confusion different Nations fly,
In various habits and of various Dye,
The pierc'd Battalions dis-united 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; [3.90]
She sees, and trembles at th' approaching Ill,
Just in the Jaws of Ruin, and Codille. 57 
And now, (as oft in some distemper'd State)
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 prostrate Ace.
The Nymph exulting fills with Shouts the Sky,
The Walls, the Woods, and long Canals reply. [3.100]

   Oh thoughtless Mortals! ever blind to Fate,
Too soon dejected, and too soon 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'd,
The Berries crackle, and the Mill turns round. 58 
On shining Altars of Japan 59  they raise
The silver Lamp; the fiery Spirits blaze.
From silver Spouts the grateful Liquors glide,
And China's Earth receives the smoking Tyde. [3.110]
At once they gratify their Scent and Taste,
While frequent Cups prolong the rich Repast.
Strait hover round the Fair her Airy Band;
Some, as she sip'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 wise,
And see thro' all things with his half shut Eyes)
Sent up in Vapours to the Baron's Brain
New Stratagems, the radiant Lock to gain. [3.120]
Ah cease rash Youth! desist e'er 'tis too late,
Fear the just Gods, and think of Scylla's Fate! 60 
Chang'd to a Bird, and sent to flit in Air,
She dearly pays for Nisus' injur'd Hair!

   But when to Mischief Mortals bend their Will,
How soon they find fit Instruments of Ill!
Just then, Clarissa drew with tempting Grace
A two-edg'd Weapon from her shining Case;
So Ladies in Romance assist their Knight,
Present the Spear, and arm him for the Fight. [3.130]
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 Steams she bends her Head:
Swift to the Lock a thousand Sprights 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; [3.140]
As on the Nosegay in her Breast reclin'd,
He watch'd th' Ideas rising in her Mind,
Sudden he view'd, in spite of all her Art,
An Earthly Lover lurking at her Heart.
Amaz'd, confus'd, he found his Pow'r expir'd,
Resign'd to Fate, and with a Sigh retir'd.

   The Peer now spreads the glitt'ring Forfex 61  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; [3.150]
Fate urg'd the Sheers, and cut the Sylph in twain,
(But Airy Substance soon unites again) 62 
The meeting Points that sacred Hair dissever
From the fair Head, for ever and for ever!

   Then flash'd the living Lightnings from her Eyes,
And Screams of Horror rend th' affrighted Skies.
Not louder Shrieks to pitying Heav'n are cast,
When Husbands or when Lap-dogs breath their last,
Or when rich China Vessels, fal'n from high,
In glittring Dust and painted Fragments lie! [3.160]

   Let Wreaths of Triumph now my Temples twine,
(The Victor cry'd) the glorious Prize is mine!
While Fish in Streams, or Birds delight in Air,
Or in a Coach and Six the British Fair,
As long as Atalantis shall be read, 63 
Or the small Pillow grace a Lady's Bed,
While Visits shall be paid on solemn Days,
When numerous Wax-lights in bright Order blaze,
While Nymphs take Treats, or Assignations give,
So long my Honour, Name, and Praise shall live! [3.170]

   What Time wou'd spare, from Steel receives its date,
And Monuments, like Men, submit to Fate!
Steel cou'd the Labour of the Gods destroy,
And strike to Dust th' Imperial Tow'rs of Troy.
Steel cou'd the Works of mortal Pride confound,
And hew Triumphal Arches to the Ground.
What Wonder then, fair Nymph! thy Hairs shou'd feel
The conqu'ring Force of unresisted Steel?

Canto IV

But anxious Cares the pensive Nymph opprest,
And secret Passions labour'd in her Breast.
Not youthful Kings in Battel seiz'd alive,
Not scornful Virgins who their Charms survive,
Not ardent Lovers robb'd of all their Bliss,
Not ancient Ladies when refus'd a Kiss,
Not Tyrants fierce that unrepenting die,
Not Cynthia when her Manteau's 64  pinn'd awry,
E'er felt such Rage, Resentment and Despair,
As Thou, sad Virgin! for thy ravish'd Hair. [4.10]

   For, that sad moment, when the Sylphs withdrew,
And Ariel weeping from Belinda flew,
Umbriel, a dusky melancholy Spright,
As ever sully'd the fair face of Light,
Down to the Central Earth, his proper Scene,
Repairs to search the gloomy Cave of Spleen. 65 

   Swift on his sooty Pinions flitts the Gnome,
And in a Vapour reach'd the dismal Dome. 66 
No cheerful Breeze this sullen Region knows,
The dreaded East is all the Wind that blows. [4.20]
Here, in a Grotto, sheltred close from Air,
And screen'd in Shades from Day's detested Glare,
She sighs for ever on her pensive Bed,
Pain at her side, and Megrim 67  at her Head.

   Two Handmaids wait the Throne: Alike in Place,
But diff'ring far in Figure and in Face.
Here stood Ill-nature like an ancient Maid,
Her wrinkled Form in Black and White array'd;
With store of Pray'rs, for Mornings, Nights, and Noons,
Her Hand is fill'd; her Bosom with Lampoons. 68  [4.30]

   There Affectation with a sickly Mien
Shows in her Cheek the Roses of Eighteen,
Practis'd to Lisp, and hang the Head aside,
Faints into Airs, and languishes with Pride;
On the rich Quilt sinks with becoming Woe,
Wrapt in a Gown, for Sickness, and for Show.
The Fair ones feel such Maladies as these,
When each new Night-Dress gives a new Disease.

   A constant Vapour 69  o'er the Palace flies;
Strange Phantoms rising as the Mists arise; [4.40]
Dreadful, as Hermit's Dreams in haunted Shades,
Or bright as Visions of expiring Maids.
Now glaring Fiends, and Snakes on rolling Spires,
Pale Spectres, gaping Tombs, and Purple Fires:
Now Lakes of liquid Gold, Elysian 70  Scenes,
And Crystal Domes, and Angels in Machines.

   Unnumber'd Throngs on ev'ry side are seen
Of Bodies chang'd to various Forms by Spleen.
Here living Teapots stand, one Arm held out,
One bent; the Handle this, and that the Spout: [4.50]
A Pipkin there like Homer's Tripod 71  walks;
Here sighs a Jar, and there a Goose Pie 72  talks;
Men prove with Child, as pow'rful Fancy works,
And Maids turn'd Bottels, call aloud for Corks.

   Safe past the Gnome thro' this fantastick Band,
A Branch of healing Spleenwort in his hand. 73 
Then thus addrest the Pow'r — Hail wayward Queen!
Who rule the Sex 74  to Fifty from Fifteen,
Parent of Vapors and of Female Wit,
Who give th' Hysteric 75  or Poetic Fit, [4.60]
On various Tempers act by various ways,
Make some take Physick, others scribble Plays;
Who cause the Proud their Visits to delay,
And send the Godly in a Pett, 76  to pray.
A Nymph there is, that all thy Pow'r disdains,
And thousands more in equal Mirth maintains.
But oh! if e'er thy Gnome could spoil a Grace,
Or raise a Pimple on a beauteous Face,
Like Citron-Waters 77  Matron's Cheeks inflame,
Or change Complexions at a losing Game; [4.70]
If e'er with airy Horns I planted Heads, 78 
Or rumpled Petticoats, or tumbled Beds,
Or caus'd Suspicion when no Soul was rude,
Or discompos'd the Head-dress of a Prude,
Or e'er to costive 79  Lap-Dog gave Disease,
Which not the Tears of brightest Eyes could ease:
Hear me, and touch Belinda with Chagrin;
That single Act gives half the World the Spleen.

   The Goddess with a discontented Air
Seems to reject him, tho' she grants his Pray'r. [4.80]
A wondrous Bag with both her Hands she binds,
Like that where once Ulysses held the Winds; 80 
There she collects the Force of Female Lungs,
Sighs, Sobs, and Passions, and the War of Tongues.
A Vial next she fills with fainting Fears,
Soft Sorrows, melting Griefs, and flowing Tears.
The Gnome rejoicing bears her Gift away,
Spreads his black Wings, and slowly mounts to Day.

   Sunk in Thalestris' 81  Arms the Nymph he found,
Her Eyes dejected and her Hair unbound. [4.90]
Full o'er their Heads the swelling Bag he rent,
And all the Furies issued at the Vent.
Belinda burns with more than mortal Ire,
And fierce Thalestris fans the rising Fire.
O wretched Maid! she spread her hands, and cry'd,
(While Hampton's Ecchos, wretched Maid reply'd)
Was it for this you took such constant Care
The Bodkin, Comb, and Essence to prepare;
For this your Locks in Paper-Durance 82  bound,
For this with tort'ring Irons wreath'd around? [4.100]
For this with Fillets 83  strain'd your tender Head,
And bravely bore the double Loads of Lead?
Gods! shall the Ravisher display your Hair,
While the Fops envy, and the Ladies stare!
Honour forbid! at whose unrival'd Shrine
Ease, Pleasure, Virtue, All, our Sex resign.
Methinks already I your Tears survey,
Already hear the horrid things they say,
Already see you a degraded Toast, 84 
And all your Honour in a Whisper lost! [4.110]
How shall I, then, your helpless Fame defend?
'Twill then be Infamy to seem your Friend!
And shall this Prize, th' inestimable Prize,
Expos'd thro' Crystal to the gazing Eyes,
And heighten'd by the Diamond's circling Rays,
On that Rapacious Hand for ever blaze?
Sooner shall Grass in Hide Park Circus grow,
And Wits take Lodgings in the Sound of Bow; 85 
Sooner let Earth, Air, Sea, to Chaos fall,
Men, Monkies, Lap-dogs, Parrots, perish all! [4.120]

   She said; then raging to Sir Plume repairs,
And bids her Beau demand the precious Hairs:
(Sir Plume, of Amber Snuff-box justly vain,
And the nice Conduct of a clouded Cane 86 )
With earnest Eyes, and round unthinking Face,
He first the Snuff-box open'd, then the Case,
And thus broke out — "My Lord, why, what the Devil?
"Z—ds! 87  damn the Lock! 'fore Gad, you must be civil!
"Plague on't! 'tis past a Jest — nay prithee, Pox!
"Give her the Hair — he spoke, and rapp'd his Box. [4.130]

   It grieves me much (reply'd the Peer again)
Who speaks so well shou'd ever speak in vain.
But by this Lock, this sacred Lock I swear,
(Which never more shall join its parted Hair,
Which never more its Honours shall renew,
Clipt from the lovely Head where late it grew)
That while my Nostrils draw the vital Air,
This Hand, which won it, shall for ever wear.
He spoke, and speaking, in proud Triumph spread
The long-contended Honours of her Head. [4.140]

   But Umbriel, hateful Gnome! forbears not so;
He breaks the Vial whence the Sorrows flow.
Then see! the Nymph in beauteous Grief appears,
Her Eyes half languishing, half drown'd in Tears;
On her heav'd Bosom hung her drooping Head,
Which, with a Sigh, she rais'd; and thus she said. 88 

   For ever curs'd be this detested Day,
Which snatch'd my best, my fav'rite Curl away!
Happy! ah ten times happy, had I been,
If Hampton-Court these Eyes had never seen! [4.150]
Yet am not I the first mistaken Maid,
By Love of Courts to num'rous Ills betray'd.
Oh had I rather un-admir'd remain'd
In some lone Isle, or distant Northern Land;
Where the gilt Chariot never marks the way,
Where none learn Ombre, none e'er taste Bohea! 89 
There kept my Charms conceal'd from mortal Eye,
Like Roses that in Desarts bloom and die.
What mov'd my Mind with youthful Lords to rome?
O had I stay'd, and said my Pray'rs at home! [4.160]
'Twas this, the Morning Omens seem'd to tell;
Thrice from my trembling hand the Patch-box fell;
The tott'ring China shook without a Wind,
Nay, Poll sate mute, and Shock was most Unkind!
A Sylph too warn'd me of the Threats of Fate,
In mystic Visions, now believ'd too late!
See the poor Remnants of these slighted Hairs!
My hands shall rend what ev'n thy Rapine spares:
These, in two sable Ringlets taught to break,
Once gave new Beauties to the snowie Neck. [4.170]
The Sister-Lock now sits uncouth, alone,
And in its Fellow's Fate foresees its own;
Uncurl'd it hangs, the fatal Sheers demands;
And tempts once more thy sacrilegious Hands.
Oh hadst thou, Cruel! been content to seize
Hairs less in sight, or any Hairs but these!

Canto V

She said: the pitying Audience melt in Tears,
But Fate and Jove had stopp'd the Baron's Ears.
In vain Thalestris with Reproach assails,
For who can move when fair Belinda fails?
Not half to fixt the Trojan cou'd remain,
While Anna begg'd and Dido rag'd in vain.
Then grave Clarissa 90  graceful wav'd her Fan;
Silence ensu'd, and thus the Nymph began.

   Say, why are Beauties prais'd and honour'd most,
The wise Man's Passion, and the vain Man's Toast? [5.10]
Why deck'd with all that Land and Sea afford,
Why Angels call'd, and Angel-like ador'd?
Why round our Coaches crowd the white-glov'd Beaus,
Why bows the Side-box from its inmost Rows?
How vain are all these Glories, all our Pains,
Unless good Sense preserve what Beauty gains:
That Men may say, when we the Front-box grace,
Behold the first in Virtue, as in Face!
Oh! if to dance all Night, and dress all Day,
Charm'd the Small-pox, or chas'd old Age away; [5.20]
Who would not scorn what Huswife's Cares produce,
Or who would learn one earthly Thing of Use?
To patch, nay ogle, might become a Saint,
Nor could it sure be such a Sin to paint. 91 
But since, alas! frail Beauty must decay,
Curl'd or uncurl'd, since Locks will turn to grey,
Since paint'd, or not paint'd, all shall fade,
And she who scorns a Man, must die a Maid;
What then remains, but well our Pow'r to use,
And keep good Humour still whate'er we lose? [5.30]
And trust me, Dear! good Humour can prevail,
When Airs, and Flights, and Screams, and Scolding fail.
Beauties in vain their pretty Eyes may roll;
Charms strike the Sight, but Merit wins the Soul.

   So spake the Dame, but no Applause ensu'd;
Belinda frown'd, Thalestris call'd her Prude.
To Arms, to Arms! the fierce Virago 92  cries,
And swift as Lightning to the Combate flies.
All side in Parties, and begin th' Attack;
Fans clap, Silks russle, and tough Whalebones crack; [5.40]
Heroes and Heroins Shouts confus'dly rise,
And base, and treble Voices strike the Skies.
No common Weapons in their Hands are found,
Like Gods they fight, nor dread a mortal Wound.

   So when bold Homer makes the Gods engage,
And heav'nly Breasts with human Passions rage;
'Gainst Pallas, Mars; Latona, Hermes arms; 93 
And all Olympus rings with loud Alarms.
Jove's Thunder roars, Heav'n trembles all around;
Blue Neptune storms, the bellowing Deeps resound; [5.50]
Earth shakes her nodding Tow'rs, the Ground gives way;
And the pale Ghosts start at the Flash of Day!

   Triumphant Umbriel on a Sconce's 94  Height
Clapt his glad Wings, and sate to view the Fight,
Propt on their Bodkin Spears, the Sprights survey
The growing Combat, or assist the Fray.

   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. [5.60]
O cruel Nymph! a living Death I bear,
Cry'd Dapperwit, and sunk beside his Chair.
A mournful Glance Sir Fopling 95  upwards cast,
Those Eyes are made so killing 96  — was his last:
Thus on Meander's flow'ry Margin 97  lies
Th' expiring Swan, and as he sings he dies.

   When 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. [5.70]

   Now Jove suspends his golden Scales in Air,
Weighs the Mens Wits against the Lady's Hair;
The doubtful Beam long nods from side to side;
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. 98 
But this bold Lord, with manly Strength indu'd,
She with one Finger and a Thumb subdu'd, [5.80]
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 Belinda cry'd,
And drew a deadly Bodkin from her Side.
(The same, his ancient Personage to deck,
Her great great Grandsire wore about his Neck [5.90]
In three Seal-Rings which after, melted down,
Form'd a vast Buckle for his Widow's Gown:
Her infant Grandame's Whistle next it grew,
The Bells she gingled, and the Whistle blew;
Then in a Bodkin grac'd her Mother's Hairs,
Which long she wore, and now Belinda wears.)

   Boast not my Fall (he cry'd) insulting Foe!
Thou by some other shalt be laid as low.
Nor think, to die dejects my lofty Mind;
All that I dread, is leaving you behind! [5.100]
Rather than so, ah let me still survive,
And burn in Cupid's Flames, — but burn alive.

   Restore the Lock! she cries; and all around
Restore the Lock! the vaulted Roofs rebound.
Not fierce Othello in so loud a Strain
Roar'd for the Handkerchief that caus'd his Pain.
But see how oft Ambitious Aims are cross'd,
And Chiefs contend 'till all the Prize is lost!
The Lock, obtain'd with Guilt, and kept with Pain,
In ev'ry place is sought, but sought in vain: [5.110]
With such a Prize no Mortal must be blest,
So Heav'n decrees! with Heav'n who can contest?

   Some thought it mounted to the Lunar Sphere,
Since all things lost on Earth, are treasur'd there.
There Heroe's Wits are kept in pondrous Vases,
And Beau's in Snuff-boxes and Tweezer-Cases.
There broken Vows, and Death-bed Alms are found,
And Lovers Hearts with Ends of Riband bound;
The Courtiers Promises, and Sick Man's Pray'rs,
The Smiles of Harlots, and the Tears of Heirs, [5.120]
Cages for Gnats, and Chains to Yoak a Flea;
Dry'd Butterflies, and Tomes of Casuistry.

   But trust the Muse — she saw it upward rise,
Tho' mark'd by none but quick Poetic Eyes:
(So Rome's great Founder to the Heav'ns withdrew,
To Proculus alone confess'd in view. 99 )
A sudden Star, it shot thro' liquid Air,
And drew behind a radiant Trail of Hair.
Not Berenice's Locks 100  first rose so bright,
The heav'ns bespangling with dishevel'd light. [5.130]
The Sylphs behold it kindling as it flies,
And pleas'd pursue its Progress thro' the Skies.

   This the Beau-monde shall from the Mall 101  survey,
And hail with Musick its propitious Ray.
This, the blest Lover shall for Venus take,
And send up Vows from Rosamonda's Lake. 102 
This Partridge 103  soon shall view in cloudless Skies,
When next he looks thro' Galilæo's Eyes;
And hence th' Egregious Wizard shall foredoom
The Fate of Louis, and the Fall of Rome. 104  [5.140]

   Then cease, bright Nymph! to mourn the ravish'd Hair
Which adds new Glory to the shining Sphere!
Not all the Tresses that fair Head can boast
Shall draw such Envy as the Lock you lost.
For, after all the Murders of your Eye,
When, after Millions slain, your self shall die;
When those fair Suns shall sett, as sett they must,
And all those Tresses shall be laid in Dust;
This Lock, the Muse shall consecrate to Fame,
And mid'st the Stars inscribe Belinda's Name! [5.150]


Notes

1. Nolueram . . . tuis: "Belinda, I did not want to violate your locks, but I am glad to have given that much to your prayers." From the Roman epigrammatic poet Martial, 12.84.

2. The opening suggests the beginning of Homer's Iliad.

3. C—— is John Caryll, a Catholic friend of Pope.

4. Sol, the sun.

5. The press'd Watch: "Repeater" watches would chime the hour and minute when the stem was pressed, allowing people to know the time in the dark.

6. Birth-night Beau, a young man dressed fashionably to celebrate the king's birthday.

7. What tho' . . . may give: "So what if doubting wits should give no credit?"

8. Box, the most expensive seats in the theatre.

9. The Ring, a fashionable drive through Hyde Park.

10. Equipage, "Attendance; retinue" (Johnson, who quotes this passage from Pope in the Dictionary).

11. Chair, "A vehicle born by men; a sedan" (Johnson, who quotes this passage from Pope in the Dictionary). Two pages and a chair would be a very luxurious way to travel.

12. Repair, "To go to; to betake himself" (Johnson).

13. Ombre, "A game of cards played by three" (Johnson).

14. Termagant, "A scold; a bawling turbulent woman" (Johnson).

15. Salamanders were believed to live in fire.

16. Spark, "A lively, showy, splendid, gay man. It is commonly used in contempt" (Johnson).

17. Train, those who follow after.

18. Garters, Stars, and Coronets, signs of various orders of knighthood and nobility.

19. Your Grace, the proper mode of address to a duke or duchess.

20. Bidden Blush, that is, a blush brought out by rouge.

21. Toyshop, "A shop where playthings and little nice manufactures are sold" (Johnson, who quotes this passage from Pope in his Dictionary).

22. Where Wigs with Wigs . . .: Pope parodies his own translation of Iliad 4.508-9: "Now Shield with Shield, with Helmet Helmet clos'd,/ To Armour Armour, Lance to Lance oppos'd." Sword-knot, "Ribband tied to the hilt of the sword" (Johnson, who quotes these lines from Pope in his Dictionary).

23. In the clear Mirror: "The Language of the Platonists, the writers of the intelligible world of Sprits, etc." — Pope's note.

24. Shock, a lapdog.

25. Billet-doux, "love letter."

26. Toilet, "A dressing table" (Johnson).

27. The various Off'rings of the World appear: The editors of the Twickenham Edition point out this passage in Spectator 69: "The single Dress of a Woman of Quality is often the Product of an Hundred Climates. The Muff and the Fan come together from the different Ends of the Earth. The Scarf is sent from the Torrid Zone, and the Tippet from beneath the Pole. The Brocade Petticoat rises out of the Mines of Peru, and the Diamond Necklace out of the Bowels of Indostan."

28. Nicely, "precisely, with great care."

29. Awful, "awe-inspiring."

30. Betty, a common name for a maidservant.

31. Springe, "A noose which fastened to any elastick body catches by a spring or jerk" (Johnson).

32. Gilt, covered with gold on the edges of the pages.

33. Billet-doux, "love letters."

34. Zephyr, "The west wind; and poetically any calm soft wind" (Johnson).

35. Pinions, "wings."

36. Glebe, "Turf; soil; ground" (Johnson).

37. Invention, "Excogitation; act of producing something new" (Johnson).

38. Furbelo, "Fur sewed on the lower part of the garment; an ornament of dress" (Johnson, who quotes this passage from Pope in the Dictionary).

39. Diana is the goddess of chastity.

40. Drops, "diamond earrings."

41. Petticoat, "The lower part of a woman's dress" (Johnson, who quotes this passage from Pope in the Dictionary). Petticoats were often stiffened with whale bones.

42. Bodkin, "An instrument to draw a thread or ribbond through a loop" (Johnson, who quotes this passage from Pope in the Dictionary).

43. Pomatum, ointment for the hair.

44. Ixion: In Greek mythology, the king Ixion was bound to a wheel as punishment for his love for Hera.

45. Anna is Queene Anne, who ruled from 1702 to 1715. The three realms are Great Britain, Ireland, and France — the last being a historical fiction, since England hadn't effectively controlled any French territory in centuries. In Pope's day, tea rhymed with obey.

46. Exchange, the stock exchange.

47. The Sacred Nine, the Muses.

48. Matadore, the three cards with the highest value in ombre.

49. The game of ombre described here can be followed in detail by those who know the rules.

50. Knave, "A card with a soldier painted on it" (Johnson) — what we now call a Jack; succinct, "girded up."

51. Spadillio, the ace of spades.

52. Manillio, the deuce of spades, which in some cases can be the card with the second highest value in ombre.

53. Pam, the jack of clubs. In the game of loo, it beat even the ace of trumps.

54. Lu (or loo), "A game at cards" (Johnson, who quotes this passage from Pope in the Dictionary).

55. Mien, "Air; look; manner" (Johnson).

56. Boots, "profits"; "What boots," then, means, "What good does it do?"

57. Codille, "A term at ombre, when the game is won against the player" (Johnson, who quotes this passage from Pope in the Dictionary).

58. The berries are coffee beans, ground in a mill.

59. Japan, "Work varnished and raised in gold and colours" (Johnson).

60. Scylla's Fate: Scylla offered her lover, Minos, a purple hair that grew on the head of her father, Nisus — a hair on which the safety of the kingdom depended. Minos, although the enemy of Nisus, was shocked at this act of impiety, and left her. Both Scylla and her father were transformed into birds.

61. Forfex, Latin for "scissors."

62. But . . . again: "See Milton, lib. 6: of Satan cut asunder by the Angel Michael" — Pope's note. An allusion to Paradise Lost, in which Satan is injured in the war in heaven: "Then Satan first knew pain,/ And writhed him to and fro convolved; so sore/ The griding sword with discontinuous wound/ Passed through him, but th' Ethereal substance closed/ Not long divisible" (Paradise Lost 6.326-31).

63. Atalantis, a scandalous novel by Mary Delarivier Manley, published in 1709. Its full title was Secret Memoirs and Manners of Several Persons of Quality, of Both Sexes, from the New Atalantis, an Island in the Mediterranean.

64. Manteau, a loose-fitting upper garment.

65. Spleen, "1. The milt; one of the viscera, of which the use is scarcely known. It is supposed the seat of anger and melancholy"; "2. Anger; spite; ill-humour"; "3. A fit of anger"; "4. Melancholy; hypochondriacal vapours" (Johnson).

66. Dome, "building."

67. Megrim, "Disorder of the head" (Johnson) — in other words, "migraine."

68. Lampoon, "A personal satire; abuse; censure written not to reform but to vex" (Johnson).

69. Vapour, "Mental fume; vain imagination; fancy unreal" (Johnson).

70. Elysian, "like paradise." Elysium is the blessed abode of the dead in classical mythology.

71. Pipkin, "A small earthen boiler" (Johnson); Homer's Tripod, an allusion to Iliad 18.

72. Goose Pie: "Alludes to a real fact, a Lady of distinction imagin'd herself in this condition" — Pope's note.

73. Spleenwort in his Hand: In Virgil's Aeneid, Aeneas is able to enter Hades because he carries the golden bough. Pope parodies this passage, changing the golden bough to a plant that was believed to cure the spleen.

74. The Sex, "Womankind; by way of emphasis" (Johnson).

75. Hysteric, "Troubled with fits; disordered in the regions of the womb" (Johnson).

76. Pett, "A slight passion; a slight fit of anger" (Johnson).

77. Citron-Waters, a kind of brandy distilled with lemon rind.

78. Airy Horns . . . Heads: Men who had been cuckolded were imagined to wear horns on their heads.

79. Costive, "constipated."

80. Bag . . . Winds: In the Odyssey, Odysseus (Ulysses) is given a bag of wind by Aeolus.

81. Thalestris, the Queen of the Amazons.

82. Paper-Durance, pieces of paper used to curl the hair; the word durance, though, suggests torture, as do many words in this passage.

83. Fillets, head-bands or ribbons used to tie the hair.

84. Toast, "A celebrated woman whose health is often drunk" (Johnson).

85. Wits . . . Sound of Bow: The area within hearing distance of the Bow Bells was an unfashionable area in London; wits would not want to live there.

86. Clouded Cane, a cane veined with a dark color, which was a fashionable accessory.

87. Z—ds!: "Zounds," a contraction of God's wounds, and a mild oath.

88. The following speech parodies Achilles' lament for the dead Patroclus beginning at Iliad 18.107.

89. Bohea, "A species of tea, of higher colour, and more astringent taste, than green tea" (Johnson).

90. Clarissa: "A new Character introduced in the subsequent Editions, to open more clearly the Moral of the Poem, in a parody of the speech of Sarpedon to Glaucus in Homer" — Pope's note. The speech in the following lines imitates Iliad 12.

91. To paint, "To lay colours on the face" (Johnson) — that is, to wear cosmetics.

92. Virago, "A female warriour, a woman with the qualities of a man" (Johnson, who quotes this passage from Pope in his Dictionary).

93. Pallas . . . Mars: Pallas is a name for Athena (or Minerva), the goddess of war, wisdom, and the arts; Mars (or Ares), the god of war; Latona (or Leto), mother of Apollo and Diana; Hermes (or Mercury), the messenger of the gods.

94. Sconce, "A pensile candlestick" (Johnson). Pope adds a footnote: "Minerva in like manner, during the Battle of Ulysses with the Suitors in Odyss. perches on a beam of the roof to behold it." See Odyssey 22.261.

95. Sir Fopling, a character in George Etherege's play The Man of Mode.

96. Those Eyes are made so killing: An allusion to an aria from Buononcini's opera Camilla.

97. Meander's flowery Margin: Meander is a winding river Asia Minor; margin, "bank."

98. On his Foe to die: "to die" is a common euphemism for orgasm. Compare French la petite mort, "the little death."

99. Rome's great Founder . . . in view: A reference to Romulus ("Rome's great founder") and his apotheosis, or turning into a god.

100. Berenice's Locks: In classical mythology, Berenice's hair was stolen from the temple where it had been offered as a votive offering. Jupiter turned it into a constellation.

101. The Mall, a fashionable walk in St. James's Park.

102. Rosamonda's Lake, a pond in St. James's Park.

103. Partridge: "John Partridge was a ridiculous Star-gazer, who in his Almanacks every year, never fail'd to predict the downfall of the Pope, and the King of France, then at war with the English" — Pope's note. He's the target of Swift's famous joke in Predictions for the Year 1708.

104. Rome often rhymes with doom or room in the eighteenth century.