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Bouts Rimez[1]

    By Jonathan Swift



ON SIGNORA DOMITILLA


    Our schoolmaster may roar i' th' fit,
        Of classic beauty, haec et illa;
    Not all his birch inspires such wit
        As th'ogling beams of Domitilla.

    Let nobles toast, in bright champaign,
        Nymphs higher born than Domitilla;
    I'll drink her health, again, again,
        In Berkeley's tar,[2] or sars'parilla.

    At Goodman's Fields I've much admired
        The postures strange of Monsieur Brilla;
    But what are they to the soft step,
        The gliding air of Domitilla?

    Virgil has eternized in song
        The flying footsteps of Camilla;[3]
    Sure, as a prophet, he was wrong;
        He might have dream'd of Domitilla.

    Great Theodose condemn'd a town
        For thinking ill of his Placilla:[4]
    And deuce take London! if some knight
        O' th' city wed not Domitilla.

    Wheeler,[5] Sir George, in travels wise,
        Gives us a medal of Plantilla;
    But O! the empress has not eyes,
        Nor lips, nor breast, like Domitilla.

    Not all the wealth of plunder'd Italy,
        Piled on the mules of king At-tila,
    Is worth one glove (I'll not tell a bit a lie)
        Or garter, snatch'd from Domitilla.

    Five years a nymph at certain hamlet,
        Y-cleped Harrow of the Hill, a-
    - bused much my heart, and was a damn'd let
        To verse - but now for Domitilla.

    Dan Pope consigns Belinda's watch
        To the fair sylphid Momentilla,[6]
    And thus I offer up my catch
        To the snow-white hands of Domitilla.



Extra Info:
[Footnote 1: Verses to be made upon a given name or word, at the end of a line, and to which rhymes must be found.]

[Footnote 2: Berkeley, Bishop of Cloyne, famous, inter alia, for his enthusiasm in urging the use of tar-water for all kinds of complaints.
See his Works, edit. Fraser. Fielding mentions it favourably as a remedy for dropsy, in the Introduction to his "Journal of a voyage to Lisbon"; and see Austin Dobson's note to his edition of the "Journal."]

[Footnote 3: "Aeneid," xi.]

[Footnote 4: Qu. Flaccilla? see Gibbon, iii, chap, xxvii.]

[Footnote 5: Who lived from 1650 to 1723, and wrote and published several books of travels in Greece and Italy, etc.]

[Footnote 6: See "The Rape of the Lock."]


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