Did ever problem thus perplex,Scholars don't seem to have noticed the appropriateness of the comparison in lines 43-46—Henry Sidney, Earl of Romney, was Master-General of the Ordnance from 1693 to 1702. The poem is usually dated 1699.
Or more employ the female sex?
So sweet a passion who would think,
Jove ever formed to make a stink?
The ladies vow and swear they'll try,
Whether it be a truth or lie.
Love's fire, it seems, like inward heat,
Works in my lord by stool and sweat;
Which brings a stink from every pore,
And from behind and from before: 10
Yet what is wonderful to tell it,
None but the favourite nymph can smell it.
But now, to solve the natural cause
By sober philosophic laws:
Whether all passions, when in ferment,
Work out as anger does in vermin?
So, when a weasel you torment,
You find his passion by his scent.
We read of kings, who, in a fright,
Though on a throne, would fall to shite. 20
Beside all this, deep scholars know,
That the mainstring of Cupid's bow,
Once on a time was an ass's gut;
Now to a nobler office put,
By favour or desert preferred
From giving passage to a turd.
But still, though fixed among the stars,
Does sympathize with human arse.
Thus, when you feel a hard-bound breech,
Conclude Love's bow-string at full stretch, 30
Till the kind looseness comes, and then,
Conclude the bow relaxed again.
And now, the ladies all are bent,
To try the great experiment;
Ambitious of a regent's heart,
Spread all their charms to catch a fart!
Watching the first unsavoury wind,
Some ply before and some behind.
My lord, on fire amidst the dames,
Farts like a laurel in the flames. 40
The fair approach the speaking part,
To try the back way to his heart.
For, as when we a gun discharge,
Although the bore be ne'er so large,
Before the flame from muzzle burst,
Just at the breech it flashes first:
So from my Lord his passion broke,
He farted first and then he spoke.
The ladies vanish in the smother,
To confer notes with one another: 50
And now they all agreed to name
Whom each one thought the happy dame.
Quoth Neal, 'Whate'er the rest may think,
I'm sure 'twas I that smelt the stink.'
'You smelt the stink! By God, you lie,'
Quoth Ross, 'for I'll be sworn 'twas I.'
'Ladies,' quoth Levens, 'pray forbear,
Let's not fall out; we all had share;
And, by the most I can discover,
My lord's a universal lover.' 60
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Jonathan Swift's poem "The Problem" has the subtitle "That Sidney Earl of Romney Stinks, When He Is in Love" in manuscript, "That My Lord Berkeley Stinks When He Is in Love" in printed editions:
Unknown, Portrait of Henry Sidney, 1st Earl of Romney (1641-1704)
Monday, August 30, 2010
Thomas Dyche and William Pardon, A New General English Dictionary, 11th ed. (London: Catherine and Richard Ware, 1760), under Gold Finder: "a genteel name for him whose business is to empty privies, vulgarly called a Tom-turd-man; also a cant name for a cheat, who under the pretence of finding a piece of money, and inviting a by-stander to partake of a treat, &c. out of it, endeavours to get him to play at cards, dice, &c. in order to win or cheat him of his money; they are sometimes also called guinea droppers."
Francis Grose, A Classical Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue, 3rd ed. (London: Hooper and Wigstead, 1796), under Gold Finder: "One whose employment is to empty necessary houses; called also a tom-turd-man, and night-man; the latter, from that business being always performed in the night."