IX. Ah! doft thou not envy the brave Col❜nel Charters*, Condemn'd for thy crime at threefcore and ten? 50 To hang him all England would lend him their gar ters; Yet he lives, and is ready to ravish again. Then throttle thyfelf with an ell of ftrong tape, For thou haft not a groat to atone for a rape. X. The Dean he was vex'd, that his whores were fo wil ling: 55 He long'd for a girl that would struggle and fquall; He ravish'd her fairly, and fav'd a good fhilling; But here was to pay the dev'l and all. His trouble and forrows now come in a heap, XI. If maidens are ravish'd, it is their own choice; Why are they fo wilful to ftruggle with men ? If they would but lie quiet, and ftifle their voice, 60 No devil nor dean could ravish 'em then ; Nor would there be need of a ftrong hempen cape 65 'Ty'd round the Dean's neck for committing a rape. XII. Our church and our ftate dear England maintains, See above p. 214. 70 ་ THE LADY'S DRESSING-ROOM:*: Written in the year 1730. FIVE hours (and who can do it lefs in ?) Of all the litter as it lay : Whereof, to make the matter clear,. AND, firft, a dirty fmock appear'd, Now liften, while he next produces Gg3 5 10 20 No charge has been more frequently brought againft the Dean, or indeed more generally admitted, than that of coarte indelicacy, of which this poem is always produced as an inftance. Here then it is but juftice to remark, that whenever he offends against delicacy, he teaches it; he ftimulates the mind to fenfibility, to correct the faults of habitual negligence; as phyficians, to cure a lethargy, have recourfe to a blifter. And tho' it may reafonably be fuppofed, that few English ladies leave fuch a dreffing room as Calia's, yet many may have given futficient caufe for reminding them, that very foon after defire has been gratified, the utmost delicacy becomes neceffary to prevent difguft. See a defence of this poem in vol. iv. p. 318. Hawkef A paste of compofition rare, Sweat, dandriff, powder, lead, and hair. To smooth the wrinkles on her front: There night-gloves made of Tripfey's hide, With puppy-water beauty's help, Some fill'd with washes, fome with paste; The fcrapings from her teeth and gums, 40 For here the fpits and here fhe fpues. BUT Oh! it turn'd poor Strephon's bowels, When he beheld and smelt the towels, Begumm'd, bematter.d, and beflim'd, 45 With dirt and sweat, and ear-wax grim'd. All varnish'd o'er with fnuff and fnot, 50 55 THE virtues we must not let pass of Calia's magnifying glass ; . When frighted Strephon caft his eye on't, It fhew'd the visage of a giant: 60 A glafs that can to fight difclofe 65 To fqueeze it out from head to tail; It must come out, alive or dead. WHY, Strephon, will you tell the rest ; And muft you needs defcribe the cheft? 70 That carelefs wench! no creature warn her Which Strephon ventur'd to look in, He lifts the lid: there needs no more, He fmelt it all the time before. As, from within Pandora's box, O! ne'er may fuch a vile machine As mutton cutlets, prime of meat‡, And roaft them at the cleareft fire; To ftinking fmoke it turns the flame, To taint the parts from whence they fell ; The petticoats and gown perfume, 66 Oh! Cælia, Cælia, Calia fh-." BUT Vengeance, goddess never fleeping, Soon punish'd Strephon for his peeping: His foul imagination links Each dame he sees with all her stinks; Prima virorura. 95 roo 105 110 115 120 125. |