Temple, in a Gentleman’s Chambers.
When Phillis wore her brightest Face,
All Men rejoic’d in every Grace:
Her Patch, her Mein, her Forward Chin,
Cry’d, Gentlemen, Pray who’ll come in:
But now her Wrinkles are come on her,
All Men who ever were upon her,
Cry out, a Fart upon her Honour.
C. M.