Upon a certain old Lady, who play'd very much at Cards, but with little Temper.

In Form, a Patagonian Size,
Disgustful, e'en to vulgar Eyes;
O'er-run with Manners gross and rude,
Affecting—what?—A worn out Prude:
Fie, Lady Dainty , give up play,
No more at Cards growl Time away;
To Church, instead of Rooms, repair,
Confess yourself in daily Pray'r.