
The speaker curses the toothache’s venomous sting, which shoots through his tortured gums and ear, tearing his nerves with relentless pain. Unlike fevers, chills, rheumatics, and colic, which may draw sympathy from neighbours, toothache mocks every groan and offers no relief. His suffering makes him drool, leap about wildly, overturn small stools, and endure the laughter of girls by the fire, whom he angrily wishes to punish. He declares toothache worse than every other human sorrow, including bad harvests, foolish bargains, deaths of worthy friends, knaves’ tricks, and fools’ troubles. Even among the dreadful plagues imagined in hell, Toothache would be the greatest. The speaker finally wishes a toothache lasting a “townmond” upon all enemies of Scotland’s welfare.
By Robert Burns · First published 1787 · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Satirical Poetry, Comic Poetry · 356 words
My curse upon your venom'd stang, / That shoots my tortur'd gums alang, / An' thro' my lug gies mony a twang, / Wi' gnawing vengeance, / Tearing my nerves wi' bitter pang, / Like racking engines!
When fevers burn, or argues freezes, / Rheumatics gnaw, or colics squeezes, / Our neibor's sympathy can ease us, / Wi' pitying moan; / But thee-thou hell o' a' diseases- / Aye mocks our groan.
toothache · physical pain · illness · suffering · curse · comic complaint · satire · Scottish vernacular · Scotland · eighteenth-century poetry · lyric poem · apostrophe
Address to the Toothache is listed on Textopian as a poem by Robert Burns, dated 1787 CE.
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