What brings a “corn upon her heart,”
And makes her—spoil’d by cruel art—
Unfit to play the mother’s part?—
Tight-lacing!
What tortures her into a shape
Which “ruts the liver” past escape,
And which, at most, makes gommeux gape?—
Tight-lacing!
What beauty’s lines in her destroys,
And fashion’s powerful aid employs,