I read a poem a long time ago by Swift about a prostitute at a public fountain and her process of undressing and taking off her make-up once she got home. It was a hilarious satire that starts out like a lovely ode to the dawn but ends with ugly details.
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Jonathan Swift (30 November 1667 – 19 October 1745) was an Anglo-Irish[1] satirist, essayist, political pamphleteer (first for the Whigs, then for the Tories), poet and cleric who became Dean of St Patrick's Cathedral…
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