law,
  Or some frail china jar receive a flaw;
  Or stain her honour, or her new brocade;
  Forget her prayers, or miss a masquerade;
  Or lose her heart, or necklace, at a ball;
  Or whether Heaven has doomed that Shock must fall. 
  Haste, then, ye spirits! to your charge repair;
  The fluttering fan be Zephyretta’s care;
  The drops to thee, Brillante, we consign;
  And, Momentilla, let the watch be thine;
  Do thou, Crispissa, tend her favourite lock;
  Ariel himself shall be the guard of Shock. 
  To fifty chosen sylphs, of special note,
  We trust th’ important charge, the petticoat: 
  Oft have we known that sevenfold fence to fail,
  Though stiff with hoops, and armed with ribs of whale;
  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 stopped in vials, or transfixed with pins;
  Or plunged in lakes of bitter washes lie,
  Or wedged whole ages in a bodkin’s eye;
  Gums and pomatums shall his flight restrain,
  While clogged he beats his silken wings in vain;
  Or alum styptics with contracting power
  Shrink his thin essence like a rivelled flower;
  Or, as Ixion fixed, the wretch shall feel
  The giddy motion of the whirling mill,
  In fumes of burning chocolate shall glow,
  And tremble at the sea that froths 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;
  With beating hearts the dire event they wait,
  Anxious, and trembling for the birth of fate.

  CANTO III

  Close by those meads, forever crowned with flowers,
  Where Thames with pride surveys his rising towers,
  There stands a structure of majestic frame,
  Which from the neighbouring 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.

  Hither the heroes and the nymphs resort,
  To taste awhile the pleasures of a court;
  In various talk th’ instructive hours they passed,
  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 every word a reputation dies. 
  Snuff, or the fan, supply each pause of chat,
  With singing, laughing, ogling, and all that. 
  Meanwhile, declining from the noon of day,
  The sun obliquely shoots his burning ray;
  The hungry judges soon the sentence sign,
  And wretches hang that jurymen may dine;