Jonathan Swift(1667–1745)

A Beautiful Young Nymph Going to Bed

Corinna, pride of Drury-Lane4

For w h o m no shepherd sighs in vain;

Never did Covent Garden s boast

So bright a battered, strolling toast;

No drunken rake to pick her up,

No cellar where on tick 0 to sup;credit

Returning at the midnight hour;

Four stories climbing to her bow'r;room,

Then, seated on a three-legged chair,6

Takes off her artificial hair:

Now, picking out a crystal eye,

She wipes it clean, and lays it by.

Her eye-brows from a mouse's hide,

Stuck on with art on either side,

Pulls off with care, and first displays 'em,

Then in a play-book smoothly lays 'em.

Now dextrously her plumpers7 draws,

That serve to fill her hollow jaws.

Untwists a wire; and from her gums

A set of teeth completely comes.

Pulls out the rags contrived to prop

Her flabby dugs and down they drop.breasts

Proceeding on, the lovely goddess

Unlaces next her steel-ribbed bodice;

Which by the operator's skill,

Press down the lumps, the hollows fill,

Up goes her hand, and off she slips

The bolsters that supply her hips.

With gentlest touch, she next explores

Her shankers,8 issues, running sores,

Effects of many a sad disaster;

And then to each applies a plaister.plaster for face

But must, before she goes to bed,

Rub off the dawbs of white and red;

And smooth the furrows in her front 0forehead

With greasy paper stuck upon't.

She takes a bolus9 ere she sleeps;

And then between two blankets creeps.

With pains of love tormented lies;

Or if she chance to close her eyes,

Of Bridewell and the Compter1 dreams,

And feels the lash, and faintly screams;

Or, by a faithless bully 0 drawn,

At some hedge-tavern 0 lies in pawn;

Or to Jamaica seems transported,2

Alone, and by no planter courted;

Or, near Fleet-Ditch's3 oozy brinks,

Surrounded with a hundred stinks,

Belated, seems on watch to lie,

And snap some cully 0 passing by;

Or, struck with fear, her fancy runs

On watchmen, constables and duns, 0debt collectors

From whom she meets with frequent rubs; unpleasant encounters

But, never from religious clubs;4

Whose favor she is sure to find,

Because she pays 'em all in kind.

Corinna wakes. A dreadful sight!

Behold the ruins of the night!

A wicked rat her plaster stole,

Half eat, and dragged it to his hole.

The crystal eye, alas, was missed;

And puss had on her plumpers pissed.

A pigeon picked her issue-peas;

And Shock 5 her tresses 0 filled with fleas.artificial hair

The nymph, tho' in this mangled plight,

Must ev'ry morn her limbs unite.

But how shall I describe her arts

To recollect the scattered parts

Or shew the anguish, toil, and pain,

Of gath'ring up herself again

The bashful muse 0 will never bearsource of inspiration

In such a scene to interfere.

Corinna in the morning dizened,dressed up

Who sees, will spew; who smells, be poison'd.