On Mopsa a Chambermaide

Mopsa advanc'd from th' dairie to her Dame,
With her black bag conceal'd from whence she came:
Mopsa o'r her bodie had a tan'd goose-skin,
Yet her cloaths hid it, so that was not seen:
Mopsa her face was chinkt and uglie too,
Yet that she salv'd with Arts adulterate hue:
Mopsa's pretended simpring modestie
Hid her foul thoughts: Stil good she seem'd to be:
Mopsa's wemb swell'd, that fault was also hid
By th' Chaplains cassock whom she married:
But Mopsa's child did like her Master grow:
Alas! poor Mopsa was discover'd now.