Whatsoever Thing I See, Rich Or Poor Although It Be, 'Tis A Mistress Unto Me. Be My Girl Or Fair Or Brown, Does She Smile, Or Does She Frown; Still I Write A Sweet-Heart Down. Be She Rough, Or Smooth Of Skin; When I Touch, I Then Begin For To Let Affection In. Be She Bald, Or Does She Wear Locks Incurl'D Of Other Hair; I Shall Find Enchantment There. Be She Whole, Or Be She Rent, So My Fancy Be Content, SHe's To Me Most Excellent. Be She Fat, Or Be She Lean; Be She Sluttish, Be She Clean; I'm A Man For Every Scene.