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"And my breast, like a mutton-chop, broiling"

— Collins, John [called Brush Collins] (1742-1808)

Author

Collins, John [called Brush Collins] (1742-1808)

Work Title

Molly MacBrawn; Or, the Hibernian Venus with Half a Pair of Eyes, A Song [from Scripscrapologia; or, Collins's Doggerel Dish Of All Sorts. Consisting of Songs Adapted to familiar Tunes, And which may be sung without the Chaunterpipe of an Italian Warbler, or the ravishing Accompaniments of Tweedle-Dum or Tweedle-Dee. Particularly those which have been most applauded in the author's once popular performance, call'd, The Brush. The Gallimaufry garnished with a variety of comic tales, quaint epigrams, whimsical epitaphs, &c. &c]

Place of Publication

Birmingham

Publisher

Publish'd by the Author Himself, and Printed by M. Swinney

Date

1804

Metaphor

"And my breast, like a mutton-chop, broiling"

Metaphor in Context

Though with only one eye, yet a spark from that same,
Like a big brimstone match kindles up such a flame,
As to make my blood boil, while it causes a smart
Like the lamp of a teakettle under my heart;
And while coals on the fire she's piling,
And my breast, like a mutton-chop, broiling,
Dev'l a bit would I think of beguiling
The blind side of sweet Molly Macbrawn!