Corinna

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.