As Cloe came into the Room t'other Day, <br />I peevish began; Where so long cou'd You stay? <br />In your Life-time You never regarded your Hour: <br />You promis'd at Two; and (pray look Child) 'tis Four. <br />A Lady's Watch needs neither Figures nor Wheels: <br />'Tis enough, that 'tis loaded with Baubles and Seals. <br />A Temper so heedless no Mortal can bear— <br />Thus far I went on with a resolute Air. <br />Lord bless Me! said She; let a Body but speak: <br />Here's an ugly hard Rose-Bud fall'n into my Neck: <br />It has hurt Me, and vext Me to such a Degree— <br />See here; for You never believe Me; pray see, <br />On the left Side my Breast what a Mark it has made. <br />So saying, her Bosom She careless display'd. <br />That Seat of Delight I with Wonder survey'd; <br />And forgot ev'ry Word I design'd to have said.<br /><br />Matthew Prior<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-lover-s-anger/
