No drunken rake to pick her up,
No cellar where on tick to fup;
Returning at the midnight hour;
Four storeys climbing to her bow'r;
Then, feated on a three-leg'd chair,
Takes off her artificial hair :

Now picking out a cryftal eye,
She wipes it clean, and lays it by.
Her eye-brows from a mouse's hyde,
Stuck on with art on either fide,
Pulls off with care, and firft difplays 'em,
Then in a play-book fmoothly lays 'em.
Now dext'roufly her plumpers draws,
That ferve to fill her hollow jaws.
Untwists a wire; and from her gums
A fet of teeth compleatly comes.
Pulls out the rags, contriv'd to prop
Her flabby dugs, and down they drop.
Proceeding on, the lovely Goddess
Unlaces next her fteel-ribb'd bodice;
Which, by the operator's skill,
Prefs down the lumps, the hollows fill
Up goes her hand, and off the flips
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With gentleft touch, the next explores
Her fhankers, iffues, running fores

Effects of many a fad difafter,
And then to each applies a plaister
But muft, before the goes to bed,
Rub off the dawbs of white and red;
And smooth the furrows in her front,
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She takes a bolus e'er the fleeps ;
And then between two blankets creeps.
With pains of love tormented lyes;
Or, if the chance to clofe her eyes,
Of Bridewell and the Compter dreams,
And feels the lafh, and faintly fcreams;
Or, by a faithlefs 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 ftinks,
Belated, feems on watch to lye,
And fnap fome cully paffing by;

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Or, ftruck with fear, her fancy runs
On watchmen, conftables, and duns,
From whom the meets with frequent rubs;
But never from religious clubs;
Whofe favour she is fure to find,

Because the pays them all in kind.

Behold the ruins of the night!
A wicked rat her plaister stole,
Half-eat, and dragg'd it to his hole.
The cryftal eye, alas, was mift;
And pufs had on her plumpers p-ft,
A pidgeon pick'd her iffue-peas;
And hock her treffes fill'd with fleas.

Et longam incomitata videtur

Fre viam.

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THE nymph, though in this mangled plight, Muft ev'ry morn her limbs unitę ; at

But, how fhall I defcribe her arts, :>/}
To recollect the fcatter'd parts?
Or fhew the anguish, toil, and pain,
Of gathering up herself again.
The bashful Mufe will never bear,
In fuch a scene to interfere.
Corinna in the morning dizen'd,

Who fees will spew; who fmells be poifon'd, í

STREPHON and CHLOE.

Written in the Year 1731.

F Chloe all the town has

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rung;

By ev'ry 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 shape, and face,
Confefs'd her of no mortal race :
And then, fo nice, and fo genteel;
Such cleanlinefs from head to heel:
No humours grofs, or frowzy fteams,
No noisome whiffs, or.fweaty ftreams,
Before, behind, above, below,
Could from her taintless body flow.
Would fo difcreetly things difpofe,
None ever faw her pluck a rofe.

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Her deareft 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 ftain 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 iv'ry dry, and foft as wax.

Her hands, the fofteft ever felt,

* Though cold would burn, though dry would melt.

DEAR Venus, hide this wond'rous maid, Nor let her loose to spoil your trade. While the engroffeth ev'ry fwain,

You but o'er half the world c

I can reign.

Think what a cafe all men are now in,
What ogling, fighing, toafting, vowing!
What powder'd wigs! what flames and, darts!
What hampers full of bleeding hearts!,
What fword-knots! what poetick strains!
What billet-doux, and clouded canes!

BUT, Strephon figh'd fo loud and strong, He blew a fettlement along;

And bravely drove his rivals down

With coach and fix, and houfe in town.

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The bashful nymph no more withstands,
Because her dear papa commands.
The charming couple now unites :
Proceed we to the marriage-rites.

IMPRIMIS, at the temple porch
Stood Hymen with a flaming torch:
The smiling Cyprian Goddefs brings
Her infant-loves with purple wings;
And pidgeons billing, fparrows treading,
Fair emblems of a fruitful wedding,
The Mufes next in order follow,
Conducted by their 'Squire, Apollo:
Then Mercury with filver tongue,
And Hebe, Goddess ever young.
Behold the bridegroom and his bride
Walk hand in hand, and fide by fide;
She by the tender Graces drest,

But he by Mars, in scarlet vest.

The nymph was cover'd with her * Flameum,
And Phabus fung th' † Epithalamium,

And last, to make the matter fure,
Dame Juno brought a priest demure.
Luna was abfent, on pretence,

Her time was not till nine months hence.

THE rites perform'd, the Parfon paid, In ftate return'd the grand parade;

* A veil which the Roman brides covered themselves with, when they were going to be married.

A marriage-fong at weldings.

Diana, Goddefs of midwives.

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