Stiff in brocade, and pinched in stays,
Her patches, paint, and jewels on;
All day let Envy view her face,
And Phillis is but twenty-one.
Paint, patches, jewels, laid aside,
At night astronomers agree,
The evening has the day belied.
And Phillis is full forty-three.
On Timothy Mum, a Tapster.
Here Tim the tapster lies, who drew good beer,