I would with joy sign the receipt,

For half in cash, and half in wit."

"Well, well, go on," Sir Jeff'ry said,
While his glad, twinkling eyes betray'd,
How much Quæ Genus pleas'd his fancy
At this so flatt'ring necromancy.
—While the Knight his cold coffee quaffing,
But still at his own fancies laughing,
Exclaim'd, "proceed, but be it known,
I wish the lady's hist'ry done,
And then you will conclude your own."		}

Quæ Genus.

"When she first knew me she could see

A form as strait as poplar tree,

Then I was ruddy, fair and plump,

Nor was my back crown'd with a hump,

Of which you may not be aware,

For hang the hag, she plac'd it there,