EPIGRAM, On a Lady, who had left the Picture of her favourite child at the Frame-makers

Mother Dote, in a pet, at the Frame-makers call'd, At the foot of the stairs, for the master she bawl'd; She no sooner beheld him, before she began, To call him a shuffling, indolent man, Said, the child had been framing these nine months or more; A friend who was waiting for Ma'am at the door, Had a mind to be witty, so made for reply, With an air of conceit, and significant eye, If the child has been framing these nine months, I vow, It is time the poor thing was delivered now.