Phyllis's Age

By Matthew Prior

How old may Phyllis be, you ask,

Whose beauty thus all hearts engages?

To answer is no easy task;

For she has really two ages.

Stiff in brocard, and pinch'd in stays,

Her patches, paint, and jewels on;

All day let envy view her face;

And Phyllis is but twenty-one.

Paint, patches, jewels laid aside,

At night astronomers agree,

The evening has the day belied;

And Phyllis is some forty-three.