To save her sinking Credit.
Her petticoats with Cushions rear'd,
Her Belly struts before her;
Her Ben's Abilitys are prais'd,
And he poor Fool adores her.
Her Stomach sick, and squeamish grown,
She pewkes like Breeding Woman,
While he is proud to make it known,
That he has prov'd a true Man.
Nine Months compleat, the trusty Dame,