Nelly's Picture: A Song

WHILST others proclaim
This Nymph, or that Swain,
Dearest Nelly, the lovely, I'll sing;
She shall grace ev'ry verse,
I'll her Beauty rehearse.
Which lovers can't think an ill thing.

Her eyes shine as bright
As stars in the night.
Her complexion's divinely fair;
Her lips red as a cherry,
Wou'd a Hermit make merry.
And black as a coal is her hair.

Her breath like a rose,
It's sweets does disclose,
Whenever you ravish a kiss ;
Like iv'ry inchas'd.
Her teeth are well plac'd.
An exquisite beauty she is.

Her plump breasts are white,
Delighting the sight.
There Cupid discovers her charms ;
O ! spare then the rest,
And think of the best :
'Tis heaven to dye in her arms.

She's blooming as May,
Brisk, lively, and gay,
The Graces play all round about her;
She's prudent and witty.
Sings wond'rously pretty,
And there is no living without her.