RAPE of the LOCK.
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 so fixt the Trojan cou’d remain, While Anna begg’d and Dido rag’d in vain. To Arms, to Arms! the bold Thalestris cries, And swift as Lightning to the Combate flies.