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, His patches, paint, and jewels on, All day let envy view her face; And Phyllis is but twenty-one. Paint, patches, jewels laid aside, As night astronomers agree, The evening has the day belied; And Phyllis is some forty-three. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE BOY by ELIZABETH CLEMENTINE DODGE KINNEY SONNET: 17 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 32 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE DAY-DREAM: THE SLEEPING PALACE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE HYMNARY: 403. MARTYRS by ADAM OF SAINT VICTOR A DESCRIPTION OF LONDON by JOHN BANCKS |