Methinks I see you, newly risen <br />From your embroider'd Bed and pissing, <br />With studied mien and much grimace, <br />Present yourself before your glass, <br />To vanish and smooth o'er those graces, <br />You rubb'd off in your Night Embraces.<br /><br />John Wilmot<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/portsmouth-s-looking-glass/
