Sir Jeff'ry now let loose a smile
As if some fancy did beguile
And play upon his easy thought,
With light, amusive mischief fraught;
And this sarcastic question prov'd
The pleasantry Sir Jeff'ry lov'd.
"When she was in a spiteful humour,
What said she of that pretty tumour?
The which without a wish to pry,
Must sometimes meet her wand'ring eye.