What Motley Cares Corilla'S Mind Perplex, Whom Maids And Metaphors Conspire To Vex! In Studious Dishabille Behold Her Sit, A Lettered Gossip And A Household Wit; At Once Invoking, Though For Different Views, Her Gods, Her Cook, Her Milliner And Muse. Round Her Strewed Room A Frippery Chaos Lies, A Checkered Wreck Of Notable And Wise, Bills, Books, Caps, Couplets, Combs, A Varied Mass, Oppress The Toilet And Obscure The Glass; Unfinished Here An Epigram Is Laid, And There A Mantua-Maker'S Bill Unpaid. There New-Born Plays Foretaste The Town'S Applause, There Dormant Patterns Pine For Future Gauze. A Moral Essay Now Is All Her Care, A Satire Next, And Then A Bill Of Fare. A Scene She Now Projects, And Now A Dish; Here Act The First, And Here, Remove With Fish. Now, While This Eye In A Fine Frenzy Rolls, That Soberly Casts Up A Bill For Coals; Black Pins And Daggers In One Leaf She Sticks, And Tears, And Threads, And Bowls, And Thimbles Mix.