Epigram on a Lady Who Had Left the Picture of Her Favourite Child at the Frame-maker's

Mother Dote, in a pet, at the Frame-makers call'd,
At the foot of the stairs, for the master she bawl'd;
She no sooner beheld him, before she began,
To call him a shuffling, indolent man,
Said, the child had been framing these nine months or more;
A friend who was waiting for Ma'am at the door,
Had a mind to be witty, so made for reply,
With an air of conceit, and significant eye,
If the child has been framing these nine months, I vow,
It is time the poor thing was delivered now.