Classic Poem

As Cloe came into the room t'other day,
I peevish began; Where so long could you stay?
In your lifetime 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.