Epigramme de Monsieur des-Portes

Some four years ago I made Phillis an offer,
Provided she would be my Wh—re,
Of two thousand good Crowns to put in her Coffer,
And I think should have given her more.

About two years after, a Message she sent me,
She was for a thousand my own,
But unless for an hundred she now would content me,
I sent her word I would have none.

She fell to my price six or seven weeks after,
And then for a hundred would doe;
I then told her in vain she talk'd of the matter,
Than twenty no farther I'd goe.

T'other day for six Ducatoons she was willing,
Which I thought a great deal too dear,
And told her unless it would come for two shilling,
She must seek a Chapman elsewhere.

This Morning she's come, and would fain buckle gratis,
But she's grown so fulsome a Wh—re,
That now methinks nothing a far dearer rate is,
Than all that I offer'd before.