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Her ferpents his direfs as me.
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Difcover Calia's foul cligrace.

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But, if you fail, my fpectre dread,
Attending nightly round your bed:
And yet I dare confide in you :
So take my fecret, and adieu.
Nor wonder how I loft my wits:
Oh! Cælia, Cælia, Cælia fh- !

A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG NYMPH

GOING

TO BE D.

WRITTEN FOR THE HONOUR OF THE FAIR SEX.

CORINNA, pride of Drury-lane,

For whom no fhepherd fighs in vain;

Never did Covent-garden boast
So bright a batter'd strolling toast!
No drunken rake to pick her up;
No cellar, where on tick to fup;
Returning at the midnight hour,
Four stories climbing to her bower;
Then, feated on a three-legg'd chair,
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 fide,

Pulls off with care, and first difplays 'em,
Then in a play-book smoothly lays 'em.
Now dextrously her plumpers draws,
That ferve to fill her hollow jaws.

Untwifts

Untwists a wire, and from her gums
A fet of teeth completely comes.
Pulls out the rags contriv'd to prop
Her flabby dugs, and down they drop.
Proceeding on, the lovely Goddess
Unlaces next her steel-ribb'd bodice,
Which, by the operator's skill,

Prefs down the lumps, the hollows fill.
Up goes her hand, and off she slips
The bolsters that fupply her hips.
With gentleft touch the next explores
Her fhankres, iffues, running fores;
Effects of many a fad difafter,
And then to each applies a plaifter:
But muft, before the goes to bed,
Rub off the daubs of white and red,
And smooth the furrows in her front
With greasy paper stuck upon't.
She takes a bolus ere the fleeps;
And then between two blankets creeps.
With pains of love tormented lies;
Or, if the chance to clofe her eyes,
Of Bridewell and the Compter dreams,..
And feels the lash, and faintly fcreams;
Or, by a faithless bully drawn,
At fome hedge-tavern lies in pawn ;
Or to Jamaica feems tranfported
Alone, and by no planter courted;
Or, near Fleet-ditch's oozy brinks,
Surrounded with a hundred stinks,

Belated, feems on watch to lie,
And fnap fome cully paffing by;
Or, ftruck with fear, her fancy runs
On watchinen, conftables, and duns,
From whom he meets with frequent rubs
But never from religious clubs,
Whose favour fhe is fure to find,
Because the pays them all in kind.
Corinna wakes. A dreadful fight!
Behold the ruins of the night!
A wicked rat her plaister stole,
Half eat, and dragg'd it to his hole.
The crystal eye, alas! was mifs'd;
And puss had on her plumpers p-fs'd.
A pigeon pick'd her iffue-peas :

And Shock her treffes fill'd with fleas.

The nymph, though in this mangled plight,

Must every morn her limbs unite.
But how fhall I defcribe her arts
To recollect the scatter'd parts?
Or fhew the anguish, toil, and pain,
Of gathering up herself again ?
The bafhful Mufe will never bear.
In fuch a scene to interfere.

Corinna, in the morning dizen'd,

Who fees, will fpue; who fmells, be poifon'd.

STREPHON

STREPHON AND CHLOE. 17316

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F Chloe all the town has
rung,
By every fize of poets fung:
So beautiful a nymph appears
But once in twenty thousand years;
By Nature form'd with nicest care,
And faultlefs to a fingle hair.

Her graceful mien, her fhape, and face,
Confefs'd her of no mortal race:
And then fo nice, and fo genteel;
Such cleanliness from head to heel:
No humours grofs, or frowzy fteams,
No noisome whiffs, or fweaty streams,
Before, behind, above, below,
Could from her taintless body flow:
Would fo difcreetly things dispose,

None ever faw her pluck a rofe.
Her dearest comrades never caught her
Squat on her hams, to make maid's water:
You'd fwear that fo divine a creature

Felt no neceffities of nature.

In fummer had the walk'd the town,
Her arm-pits would not stain her gown:

At country-dances not a nofe

Could in the dog-days fmell her toes.

Her milk-white hands, both palms and backs,

Like ivory dry, and foft as wax.

Her