“Cadenus and Vanessa” in The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift (); ” Cadenus and Vanessa” in The Battle of the Books and Other Short. “Cadenus and Vanessa” is a prime example of Swift’s attempt to show the truth. Venus as the Cyprian queen, is evoked immediately. His use of “Cyprian”. Poems to Cadenus and Vanessa. From The Poems of Jonathan Swift, D.D., Volume II (of 2). Edited by William Ernst Browning Barrister, Inner Temple Author of.

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Jonathan Swift wrote “Cadenus and Vanessa” for Esther Vanhomrigh, who was passionately in love with him; it was not intended for publication. For more on the unhappy love affair, see the Life of Jonathan Swift. Cadenus and Vanessa was published in by J. Sir Walter Scott, Ed. The present etext is unaltered and preserves the formatting of the original within the limits allowed by the medium.

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Permission granted for printing and distributing in the classroom for educational purposes, with this header included. For corrections, comments, and queries, please email the publisher. This tempts freethinkers to refine, And bring in doubt their powers divine; Now love is dwindled to intrigue, And marriage grown a money league; Which crimes aforesaid with her leave Were as he humbly did conceive Against our sovereign lady’s peace, Against the statutes in that case, Against her dignity and crown: Then pray’d an answer, and sat down.

The nymphs with scorn beheld their foes; When the defendant’s counsel rose, And, what no lawyer ever lack’d, With impudence own’d all the fact; But, what the gentlest heart would vex, Laid all the fault on t’other sex.

That modern love is no such thing As what those ancient poets sing; A fire celestial, chaste, refined, Conceived and kindled in the mind; Which, having found an equal flame, Unites, and both become the same, In different breasts together burn, Together both to ashes turn.

But women now feel no such fire, And only know the gross desire. Their passions move in lower spheres, Where’er caprice or folly steers, A dog, a parrot, or an ape, Or some worse brute in human shape, Engross the fancies of the fair, The few soft moments they can spare, From visits to receive and pay, From scandal, politics, and play; From fans, and flounces, and brocades, From equipage and park parades, From all the thousand female toys, From every trifle that employs The out or inside of their heads, Between their toilets and their beds.

In a dull stream, which moving slow, You hardly see the current flow; If a small breeze obstructs the course, It whirls about, for want of force, And in its narrow circle gathers Nothing but chaff, and straws, and feathers.

The current of a female mind Stops thus, and turns with every wind: Thus whirling round together draws Fools, fops, and rakes, for chaff and straws.

Hence we conclude, no women’s hearts Are won by virtue, wit, and parts: Nor are the vaneswa of sense to blame, For breasts incapable of flame; The faults must on acdenus nymphs be placed, Grown so corrupted in their taste. The pleader having spoke his best, Had witness ready to attest, Who fairly could on oath depose, When questions on the fact arose, That every article was true; Nor further those deponents knew: Therefore he humbly would insist, The bill might be with costs dismiss’d.

The cause appear’d with so much weight, That Venus, from her judgment seat, Desired them not to talk so loud, Else she must interpose a cloud: For if vnessa heavenly folks should know These pleadings in the courts below, That mortals here disdain to love, She ne’er could shew her face above; For gods, their betters, are too wise To value that which men despise. And then, said she, my son and I Must stroll in air, ‘twixt land and sky; Or else, shut out from heaven and earth, Fly cadehus the sea, my place of birth: There live with daggled mermaids pent, And keep on fish perpetual Lent.

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But since the case appear’d so nice, She thought it best to take advice. The Muses, by the king’s permission, Though foes to love, attend the session, And on the right hand took their places In order; on the left, the Graces: To whom she might her doubts propose On all emergencies that rose.


The Muses oft were seen to frown; The Graces half ashamed looked down; And ’twas observed, there were but few Of either sex among the crew, Whom she or her assessors knew. The goddess soon began to see, Things were not ripe for a decree; And said, she must consult her books, The lovers’ Fletas, Bractons, Cokes.

First to a dapper clerk she beckon’d To turn to Ovid, book the second: She then referr’d them to a place In Virgil, vide Dido’s case: As for Tibullus’s reports, They never pass’d for law in courts: For Cowley’s briefs, and pleas of Waller, Still their authority is smaller.

There was on both sides much to say: She’d hear the cause another day; And so she did; and then a third; She heard it — there she kept her word: But, with rejoinders or replies, Long bills, and answers stuff’d with lies, Demur, imparlance, and essoign, The parties ne’er could issue join: For sixteen years the cause was spun, And then stood where it first begun.

Now, gentle Clio, sing, or say What Venus meant by this delay? The goddess much perplex’d in mind To see her empire thus declined, When first this grand debate arose, Above her wisdom to compose, Conceived a project in her head To work her ends; which, if it sped, Would shew the merits of the cause Far better than consulting laws. In a glad hour Lucina’s aid Produced on earth a wondrous maid, On whom the Queen of Love was bent, To try a new experiment.

She threw her law-books on the shelf, And thus debated with herself. Since men allege, they ne’er can find Those beauties in a female mind, Which raise a flame that will endure For ever uncorrupt and pure; If ’tis with reason they complain, This infant shall restore my reign. I’ll search where every virtue dwells, Cadenys courts inclusive cadeus to cells: What preachers talk, or sages write; These will I gather and unite, And represent them to mankind Collected in that infant’s mind.

This said, she plucks in Heaven’s high bowers A sprig of amaranthine flowers. In nectar thrice infuses bays, Three times refined in Titan’s rays; Then calls the Graces to her aid, And sprinkles thrice the newborn maid: From whence the tender skin assumes A sweetness above all perfumes: From whence a vanedsa remains, Incapable of outward stains: From whence that decency of mind, So lovely in the female kind, Where not one careless thought intrudes; Less modest than the speech of prudes; Where never blush was call’d in aid, That spurious virtue in a maid, A virtue but at second-hand; They blush because they understand.

The Graces next would act their part, And shew’d but little of their art; Their work was half already done, The child with native beauty shone; The outward form no help required: Each, breathing on her thrice, inspired That gentle, soft, engaging air, Which in old times adorn’d the fair: And said, “Vanessa be the name By which thou shalt be known to fame: Vanessa, by the gods enroll’d: Her name on earth shall not be told.

Drawn by her doves, away she flies, And finds out Pallas in the skies. Dear Pallas, I have been this morn To see a lovely infant born: A boy in yonder isle below, So like my own without his bow, By beauty could your heart be won, You’d swear it is Apollo’s son: But it shall ne’er be said, a child So hopeful, has by me been spoil’d: I have enough besides to spare, And give him wholly to your care.

Wisdom’s above suspecting wiles; The Queen of learning gravely smiles, Down from Caeenus comes with joy, Mistakes Vanessa for a boy! Then sows within her tender mind Seeds long unknown to womankind: Cadsnus manly bosoms chiefly fit, The seeds of knowledge, judgment, wit.

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Her soul was suddenly endued With justice, truth, and fortitude; With honour, which no breath can stain, Which malice must attack in vain; With open heart and bounteous hand. But Pallas here was at a stand; She knEw, in our degenerate days, Bare virtue could not live on praise; That meat must be with money bought: She therefore, upon second thought, Infused, yet as it were by stealth, Some small regard for state and wealth; Of which, as she grew up, there staid A tincture in the prudent vaness She managed her estate with care, Yet liked three footmen to her chair.

But, lest he vaenssa neglect his studies Like a young heir, the thrifty goddess For cavenus young master should be spoil’d Would use him like a younger child; And, after long computing, found ‘Twould come to just five thousand pound. The Queen of Love was pleased, and proud, To see Vanessa thus endow’d: She doubted not but xadenus a dame Through every breast would dart a flame; That every rich and lordly swain With pride would drag about her chain; That scholars would forsake their books, To study bright Vanessa’s looks; As she advanced, that canessa Would by her model form their mind, And all their conduct would be tried By her, as an unerring guide; Offending daughters oft would hear Vanessa’s praise rung in their ear: Miss Betty, when she does a fault, Lets fall her knife, or spills the salt, Will thus be by her mother chid, “‘Tis what Vanessa never did!


For when in time the Martial Maid Found out the trick that Venus play’d, She shakes her helm, she knits her brows, And, caxenus with indignation, vows, To-morrow, ere the setting sun, She’d cadehus undo that she had done. But in the poets we may find A wholesome law, time out of mind, Had been confirmed by Fate’s decree, That gods, of whatsoe’er degree, Resume not what themselves have given, Or any brother god in Heaven: Which keeps the peace among the gods, Or they must always be at odds: And Pallas, if she broke the laws, Must yield her foe the stronger cause: A shame to one so much adored For wisdom at Jove’s council-board.

Besides, she fear’d the Queen of Love Would meet with better friends above. And though she must with grief reflect, To see a mortal virgin deck’d With graces hitherto unknown To female breasts, except her own: Yet she would act as best became A goddess of unspotted fame. Vvanessa knew, by augury divine, Venus would fail in her design: She studied well the point, and found Her foe’s conclusions were not cadsnus, From premises erroneous brought, And therefore the cadenux naught, And must have contrary effects, To what her treacherous foe expects.

In proper season Pallas meets The Queen of Love, whom thus she greets, For gods, we are by Homer told, Can in celestial language scold: Thou hast, as thou shalt quickly see, Deceived thyself, instead of me; For how can heavenly wisdom prove An instrument to earthly love?

Know’st thou not yet, that men vaenssa Thy votaries for want of sense?

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Nor shall Vanessa be the theme To ganessa thy abortive scheme: She’ll prove the greatest of thy foes; Caddenus yet I scorn to interpose, But, using neither skill nor force, Leave all things to their natural course. The goddess thus pronounced her doom: Vanessa in her bloom, Advanced, like Atalanta’s star, But rarely seen, and seen from far: In a new world with caution stept, Watch’d all the company she kept, Well knowing, from the books she read, What dangerous paths young virgins tread: Would seldom at the Park appear, Nor saw the play-house twice a year; Yet, not incurious, was inclined To know the converse of mankind.

First issued from perfumers’ shops, A crowd of fashionable fops: They asked her how she liked the play; Then told xadenus tattle of the day; A duel fought last night at two, About a lady — you know who; Mention’d a new Italian, come Either from Cwdenus or Rome; Gave hints of who and who’s together; Then fell to talking of the weather; Last night was so extremely fine, The ladies walk’d till after nine: Then, in soft voice and speech absurd, With nonsense every second word, With fustian from exploded plays, They celebrate her beauty’s praise; Run o’er their cant of stupid lies, And tell the murders of her eyes.

With silent scorn Vanessa sat, Scarce listening to their idle chat; Farther than sometimes by a frown, When they grew pert, to pull them down. At last she spitefully was bent To try their wisdom’s full extent; And said, she valued nothing less Than titles, figure, shape, and dress; That merit should be chiefly placed In judgment, knowledge, wit, and taste; And these, she offer’d to dispute, Alone distinguish’d man from brute: That present times have no pretence To virtue, in the noble sense By Greeks and Romans understood, To perish for our country’s good.

She named the ancient heroes round, Explain’d for what they were renown’d; Then spoke with censure or applause, Of foreign customs, rites, and laws; Through nature and through art she ranged, And gracefully her subject changed; In vain!

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