Jonathan Swift

 A Beautiful Young Nymph Going To Bed – Jonathan Swift

 A Beautiful Young Nymph Going To Bed – Jonathan Swift

Corinna, Pride of Drury-Lane, For whom no Shepherd sighs 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 sup; Returning at the Midnight Hour; Four Stories climbing to her Bow’r; Then, seated on a thr... »