The Waste Land
Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,
The lady of situations. (49-50)
The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne, (77)
You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique.
(And her only thirty-one)
I can't help it, she said, pulling a long face,
It's them pills I took, to bring it off, she said. (156-159)