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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472308" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Double Transformation, A Tale</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472308" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Secluded from domestic strife,<br>Jack Book-worm led a college life;<br>A fellowship at twenty-five<br>Made him the happiest man alive;<br>He drank his glass and crack'd his joke, <br>And freshmen wonder'd as he spoke.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472308" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Such pleasures, unalloy'd with care,<br>Could any accident impair?<br>Could Cupid's shaft at length transfix<br>Our swain, arriv'd at thirty-six? <br>O had the archer ne'er come down<br>To ravage in a country town!<br>Or Flavia been content to stop<br>At triumphs in a Fleet-street shop.<br>O had her eyes forgot to blaze! <br>Or Jack had wanted eyes to gaze.<br>O! - But let exclamation cease,<br>Her presence banish'd all his peace.<br>So with decorum all things carried; <br>Miss frown'd, and blush'd, and then was - married.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472308" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Need we expose to vulgar sight<br>The raptures of the bridal night?<br>Need we intrude on hallow'd ground,<br>Or draw the curtains clos'd around?<br>Let it suffice, that each had charms; <br>He clasp'd a goddess in his arms;<br>And though she felt his usage rough,<br>Yet in a man 'twas well enough.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472308" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The honey-moon like lightning flew,<br>The second brought its transports too. <br>A third, a fourth, were not amiss,<br>The fifth was friendship mix'd with bliss:<br>But when a twelvemonth pass'd away,<br>Jack found his goddess made of clay;<br>Found half the charms that deck'd her face <br>Arose from powder, shreds, or lace;<br>But still the worst remain'd behind,<br>That very face had robb'd her mind.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472308" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Skill'd in no other arts was she<br>But dressing, patching, repartee; <br>And, just as humour rose or fell,<br>By turns a slattern or a belle;<br>'Tis true she dress'd with modern grace,<br>Half naked at a ball or race;<br>But when at home, at board or bed, <br>Five greasy nightcaps wrapp'd her head.<br>Could so much beauty condescend<br>To be a dull domestic friend?<br>Could any curtain-lectures bring<br>To decency so fine a thing? <br>In short, by night, 'twas fits or fretting;<br>By day, 'twas gadding or coquetting.<br>Fond to be seen, she kept a bevy<br>Of powder'd coxcombs at her levy;<br>The 'squire and captain took their stations, <br>And twenty other near relations;<br>Jack suck'd his pipe, and often broke<br>A sigh in suffocating smoke;<br>While all their hours were pass'd between<br>Insulting repartee or spleen. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472308" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Thus as her faults each day were known,<br>He thinks her features coarser grown;<br>He fancies every vice she shows,<br>Or thins her lip, or points her nose:<br>Whenever rage or envy rise, <br>How wide her mouth, how wild her eyes!<br>He knows not how, but so it is,<br>Her face is grown a knowing phiz;<br>And, though her fops are wond'rous civil,<br>He thinks her ugly as the devil. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472308" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Now, to perplex the ravell'd noose,<br>As each a different way pursues,<br>While sullen or loquacious strife,<br>Promis'd to hold them on for life,<br>That dire disease, whose ruthless power <br>Withers the beauty's transient flower:<br>Lo! the small-pox, whose horrid glare<br>Levell'd its terrors at the fair;<br>And, rifling ev'ry youthful grace,<br>Left but the remnant of a face. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472308" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The glass, grown hateful to her sight,<br>Reflected now a perfect fright:<br>Each former art she vainly tries<br>To bring back lustre to her eyes.<br>In vain she tries her paste and creams, <br>To smooth her skin, or hide its seams;<br>Her country beaux and city cousins,<br>Lovers no more, flew off by dozens:<br>The 'squire himself was seen to yield,<br>And e'en the captain quit the field. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472308" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Poor Madam, now condemn'd to hack<br>The rest of life with anxious Jack,<br>Perceiving others fairly flown,<br>Attempted pleasing him alone.<br>Jack soon was dazzl'd to behold <br>Her present face surpass the old;<br>With modesty her cheeks are dy'd,<br>Humility displaces pride;<br>For tawdry finery is seen<br>A person ever neatly clean: <br>No more presuming on her sway,<br>She learns good-nature every day;<br>Serenely gay, and strict in duty,<br>Jack finds his wife a perfect beauty.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Oliver+Goldsmith">Oliver Goldsmith</a></strong></div>