Smile but on me, and you shall scorn

Henceforth to be of Princes born:

I can describe the shady Grove,

Where your lov'd Mother slept with Jove:

And yet excuse the faultless Dame,

Caught with her Spouse's Shape and Name:

Thy matchless Form will credit bring,

To all the Wonders I shall sing."—Waller.

Or of seven; as,

"Phillis, why should we delay