by Jacqueline Spain on Mar 24th, 2016 - 2751 Views
A Beautiful Young Nymph Going to Bed
Corinna, pride of Drury-Lane
For whom no shepherd sighs in vain;
Never did Covent Garden boast
So bright a battered, 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,...