"Though with only one eye, yet a spark from that same, / Like a big brimstone match kindles up such a flame, / As to make my blood boil, while it causes a smart / Like the lamp of a teakettle under my heart."
— Collins, John [called Brush Collins] (1742-1808)
Molly MacBrawn; Or, the Hibernian Venus with Half a Pair of Eyes, A Song [from Scripscrapologia; or, Collins's Doggerel Dish Of All Sorts. Consisting of Songs Adapted to familiar Tunes, And which may be sung without the Chaunterpipe of an Italian Warbler, or the ravishing Accompaniments of Tweedle-Dum or Tweedle-Dee. Particularly those which have been most applauded in the author's once popular performance, call'd, The Brush. The Gallimaufry garnished with a variety of comic tales, quaint epigrams, whimsical epitaphs, &c. &c]
Like a big brimstone match kindles up such a flame,
As to make my blood boil, while it causes a smart
Like the lamp of a teakettle under my heart;
And while coals on the fire she's piling,
And my breast, like a mutton-chop, broiling,
Dev'l a bit would I think of beguiling
The blind side of sweet Molly Macbrawn!