"When I ogled sweet Bess, from my glances she / For she had a bosom of steel--"
— Hoare, Prince (1755-1834); Kotzebue (1761-1819)
Date
1806
Metaphor
"When I ogled sweet Bess, from my glances she / For she had a bosom of steel--"
Metaphor in Context
PEREG.
Il faut qu'elle danse--she must dance, my dear friend;--you see it is what I do myself--it is the only cure for a foolish passion.
AIR--Peregrine.
Music is the food of love,--
But what's the cure?
Why dance to music, to be sure!
With a fal, lal, la!
Dear Mary's cold heart I attempted to thaw,
But never could melt it away;
Cries Mary, for you I shall ne'er care a straw;
Says I, I must then dance the hay.
With a fal, lal, la!
When I ogled sweet Bess, from my glances she
For she had a bosom of steel--
[shrunk.
I was drunk with my passion--so mortally drunk,
That nothing would do but a reel.
With a fal, lal, la!
Extremities in love, 'tis said,
Each lover knows:
If women, then,
Bewilder men,
In that extremity the head,
'Tis best, no doubt,
To jig them out,
At that extremity--the toes.
With a fal, lal, la!
Then a fig for young Cupid--a fig for his smart,
A fig for each maid that I meet;
No Saint of a Woman takes hold of my heart,
While St. Vitus takes care of my feet.
With a fal, lal, la!
Il faut qu'elle danse--she must dance, my dear friend;--you see it is what I do myself--it is the only cure for a foolish passion.
AIR--Peregrine.
Music is the food of love,--
But what's the cure?
Why dance to music, to be sure!
With a fal, lal, la!
Dear Mary's cold heart I attempted to thaw,
But never could melt it away;
Cries Mary, for you I shall ne'er care a straw;
Says I, I must then dance the hay.
With a fal, lal, la!
When I ogled sweet Bess, from my glances she
For she had a bosom of steel--
[shrunk.
I was drunk with my passion--so mortally drunk,
That nothing would do but a reel.
With a fal, lal, la!
Extremities in love, 'tis said,
Each lover knows:
If women, then,
Bewilder men,
In that extremity the head,
'Tis best, no doubt,
To jig them out,
At that extremity--the toes.
With a fal, lal, la!
Then a fig for young Cupid--a fig for his smart,
A fig for each maid that I meet;
No Saint of a Woman takes hold of my heart,
While St. Vitus takes care of my feet.
With a fal, lal, la!
Categories
Provenance
Searching "breast" and "steel" in HDIS (Drama)
Date of Entry
06/13/2005
