This day (the year I dare not tell) Apollo play'd the midwife's part;
Into the world Corinna fell, And he endued her with his art.
But Cupid with a Satyr comes; Both softly to the cradle creep;
Both stroke her hands, and rub her gums, While the poor child lay fast asleep.
Then Cupid thus: "This little maid Of love shall always speak and write;""And I pronounce," the Satyr said, "The world shall feel her scratch and bite."Her talent she display'd betimes; For in a few revolving moons,
She seem'd to laugh and squall in rhymes, And all her gestures were lampoons.
At six years old, the subtle jade Stole to the pantry-door, and
The butler with my lady's maid: And you may swear the tale went round.
She made a song, how little miss Was kiss'd and slobber'd by a lad:
And how, when master went to p—, Miss came, and peep'd at all he had.
At twelve, a wit and a coquette; Marries for love, half whore, half wife;
Cuckolds, elopes, and runs in debt; Turns authoress, and is Curll's for life.
Her common-place book all gallant is, Of scandal now a cornucopia;
She pours it out in Atalantis Or memoirs of the New Utopia.
