“When I am past, your present charms will soon be spent.”
A beauty’s lovely body prides itself as fair.
Her spirit, having hid itself within its lair,40
Remarks: “Thou dunghill! Wherefore all this silly pride?
Thou bloomest but a day or two, while I preside.
Thy affectation, vanity, ’s too vast for me.
But stay till I depart: then straightway thou shalt see.
Thy lovers then shall loathe thy charms, adored before.
To worms, and toads, and snakes they’ll fling thee, as cheap store.
Thy stench shall make him hold his nose in deep disgust,