A Lover's Anger

AS Cloe came into the room t'other day,
I peevish began ; where so long could you stay ?
In your life-time you never regarded your hour :
You promis'd at two; and (pray look, child) 'tis four.
A lady's watch needs neither figures nor wheels :
'Tis enough, that 'tis loaded with bawbles and seals.
A temper so heedless no mortal can bear —
Thus far I went on with a resolute air.
Lord bless me, said she ; let a body but speak :
Here's an ugly hard rose-bud fall'n into my neck ;
It has hurt me, and vex'd me to such a degree —
See here ! for you never believe me ; pray see,
On the left side my breast what a mark it has made !
So saying, her bosom she careless display'd :
That seat of delight I with wonder survey'd,
And forgot every word I design'd to have said.