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    The Double Transformation

    by Oliver Goldsmith
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    A TALE

    SECLUDED from domestic strife,
    Jack Book-worm led a college life;
    A fellowship at twenty-five
    Made him the happiest man alive;
    He drank his glass and crack'd his joke, 5
    And freshmen wonder'd as he spoke.

    Such pleasures, unalloy'd with care,
    Could any accident impair?
    Could Cupid's shaft at length transfix
    Our swain, arriv'd at thirty-six? 10
    O had the archer ne'er come down
    To ravage in a country town!
    Or Flavia been content to stop
    At triumphs in a Fleet-street shop.
    O had her eyes forgot to blaze! 15
    Or Jack had wanted eyes to gaze.
    O! -- But let exclamation cease,
    Her presence banish'd all his peace.
    So with decorum all things carried; 19
    Miss frown'd, and blush'd, and then was -- married.

    Need we expose to vulgar sight
    The raptures of the bridal night?
    Need we intrude on hallow'd ground,
    Or draw the curtains clos'd around?
    Let it suffice, that each had charms; 25
    He clasp'd a goddess in his arms;
    And though she felt his usage rough,
    Yet in a man 'twas well enough.

    The honey-moon like lightning flew,
    The second brought its transports too. 30
    A third, a fourth, were not amiss,
    The fifth was friendship mix'd with bliss:
    But when a twelvemonth pass'd away,
    Jack found his goddess made of clay;
    Found half the charms that deck'd her face 35
    Arose from powder, shreds, or lace;
    But still the worst remain'd behind,
    That very face had robb'd her mind.

    Skill'd in no other arts was she
    But dressing, patching, repartee; 40
    And, just as humour rose or fell,
    By turns a slattern or a belle;
    'Tis true she dress'd with modern grace,
    Half naked at a ball or race;
    But when at home, at board or bed, 45
    Five greasy nightcaps wrapp'd her head.
    Could so much beauty condescend
    To be a dull domestic friend?
    Could any curtain-lectures bring
    To decency so fine a thing? 50
    In short, by night, 'twas fits or fretting;
    By day, 'twas gadding or coquetting.
    Fond to be seen, she kept a bevy
    Of powder'd coxcombs at her levy;
    The 'squire and captain took their stations, 55
    And twenty other near relations;
    Jack suck'd his pipe, and often broke
    A sigh in suffocating smoke;
    While all their hours were pass'd between
    Insulting repartee or spleen. 60

    Thus as her faults each day were known,
    He thinks her features coarser grown;
    He fancies every vice she shows,
    Or thins her lip, or points her nose:
    Whenever rage or envy rise, 65
    How wide her mouth, how wild her eyes!
    He knows not how, but so it is,
    Her face is grown a knowing phiz;
    And, though her fops are wond'rous civil,
    He thinks her ugly as the devil. 70

    Now, to perplex the ravell'd noose,
    As each a different way pursues,
    While sullen or loquacious strife,
    Promis'd to hold them on for life,
    That dire disease, whose ruthless power 75
    Withers the beauty's transient flower:
    Lo! the small-pox, whose horrid glare
    Levell'd its terrors at the fair;
    And, rifling ev'ry youthful grace,
    Left but the remnant of a face. 80

    The glass, grown hateful to her sight,
    Reflected now a perfect fright:
    Each former art she vainly tries
    To bring back lustre to her eyes.
    In vain she tries her paste and creams, 85
    To smooth her skin, or hide its seams;
    Her country beaux and city cousins,
    Lovers no more, flew off by dozens:
    The 'squire himself was seen to yield,
    And e'en the captain quit the field. 90

    Poor Madam, now condemn'd to hack
    The rest of life with anxious Jack,
    Perceiving others fairly flown,
    Attempted pleasing him alone.
    Jack soon was dazzl'd to behold 95
    Her present face surpass the old;
    With modesty her cheeks are dy'd,
    Humility displaces pride;
    For tawdry finery is seen
    A person ever neatly clean: 100
    No more presuming on her sway,
    She learns good-nature every day;
    Serenely gay, and strict in duty,
    Jack finds his wife a perfect beauty.
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