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Unnumber'd Virgins croud on ev'ry Side,
To various Punishments condemn'd for Pride.
Belinda here with Pins and Powder sits,
And at the Glass with fruitless Labour waits:
Behind Her Chair the Ruffling North attends,
And ever discomposes as She mends:
Raw Vapours steam a-round the cruel Fair,
And Winds that whistle nothing but Despair.
There Amoret cold piercing Blasts pursue,
And stain her Nose with everlasting Blue!
Others, whose Hoops unwary Youths enflam'd,
Here run—O L---d! so rumpled and asham'd!
To various Punishments condemn'd for Pride.
Belinda here with Pins and Powder sits,
And at the Glass with fruitless Labour waits:
Behind Her Chair the Ruffling North attends,
And ever discomposes as She mends:
Raw Vapours steam a-round the cruel Fair,
And Winds that whistle nothing but Despair.
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And stain her Nose with everlasting Blue!
Others, whose Hoops unwary Youths enflam'd,
Here run—O L---d! so rumpled and asham'd!
Thro' These the Love, and not regardless, pass'd,
As onward to the Monarch's Throne He press'd:
The Merchant here His ready Aid implores,
And asks a brisker Gale from India's Shores.
There Luckless Hero for a Calm intreats,
While Her Leander tempts the fatal Streights:
And Black-Ey'd Susan with Impatience burns,
To know how soon sweet William's Ship returns.
Whilst ÆOL 'midst his Guards, in awful State,
Array'd in Furr, like Russia's Sov'reign Sate:
With stretch'd-out Arm dispensing Prosp'rous Gales,
To swell to Fame and Conquest, British Sails.
As onward to the Monarch's Throne He press'd:
The Merchant here His ready Aid implores,
And asks a brisker Gale from India's Shores.
There Luckless Hero for a Calm intreats,
While Her Leander tempts the fatal Streights:
And Black-Ey'd Susan with Impatience burns,
To know how soon sweet William's Ship returns.
Whilst ÆOL 'midst his Guards, in awful State,
Array'd in Furr, like Russia's Sov'reign Sate:
With stretch'd-out Arm dispensing Prosp'rous Gales,
To swell to Fame and Conquest, British Sails.
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Now all was hush'd, and LOVE his Silence broke,
And thus the Wind-compelling King bespoke.
And thus the Wind-compelling King bespoke.
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