Some thought it mounted to the Lunar fphere, * Since all things loft on earth are treasur'd there. There Hero's wits are kept in pondrous vases, And Beau's in fnuff-boxes and tweezer-cafes.. There broken vows, and death-bed alms are found, And lover's hearts with ends of riband bound; The courtier's promises, and fick man's pray'rs, The fmiles of harlots, and the tears of heirs, Cages for gnats, and chains to yoak a flea; Dry'd butterflies, and tomes of casuistry. But trust the Mufe--fhe faw it upward rife, A fudden Star, it fhot thro' liquid air, * Vid. Ariofto. Canto 34. This the Beau-monde fhall from the Mall survey, And hail with mufic its propitious ray. This, the bleft Lover fhall for Venus take, And send up vows from Rofamonda's lake. Then ceafe,bright nymph! to mourn the ravish'd hair, Shall draw fuch envy as the Lock For, after all the murders of your eye, When, after millions flain, your felf shall die; This Lock, the Mufe fhall confecrate to fame, |