Not with more glories, in th' ethereal plain, The sun first rises o'er the purpled main, Than, issuing forth, the rival of his beams[393] Launched on the bosom of the silver Thames.[394] Fair nymphs, and well-dressed youths around her shone, 5 But ev'ry eye was fixed 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 unfixed as those; 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, 15 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.[395] This nymph, to the destruction of mankind, Nourished two locks, which graceful hung behind 20 In equal curls, and well conspired to deck, With shining ringlets, the smooth iv'ry neck. Love in these labyrinths his slaves detains, And mighty hearts are held in slender chains. With hairy springes we the birds betray, 25 Slight lines of hair surprise the finny prey, Fair tresses man's imperial race insnare, And beauty draws us with a single hair.[396] Th' advent'rous baron the bright locks admired; He saw, he wished, and to the prize aspired. 30 Resolved 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 attained his ends.[397] For this, ere Phœbus rose, he had implored 35 Propitious heav'n, and ev'ry pow'r adored, But chiefly Love--to Love an altar built, Of twelve vast French romances, neatly gilt. There lay three garters, half a pair of gloves, And all the trophies of his former loves; 40 With tender billets-doux 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, 45 The rest, the winds dispersed in empty air.[398] But now secure the painted vessel glides, The sun-beams trembling on the floating tides:[399] While melting music steals upon the sky, And softened sounds along the waters die;[400] 50 Smooth flow the waves, the zephyrs gently play, Belinda smiled, and all the world was gay. All but the sylph--with careful thoughts oppressed, Th' impending woe sat heavy on his breast.[401] He summons straight his denizens of air; 55