Whilst Others Proclaim This Nymph Or That Swain, Dearest Nelly The Lovely I'll Sing: She Shall Grace Every Verse, I'll Her Beauties 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, Would A Hermit Make Merry, And Black As A Coal Is Her Hair. Her Breath, Like A Rose, Its Sweets Does Disclose, Whenever You Ravish A Kiss Like Ivory Inchas'D, Her Teeth Are Well Placed; And Exquisite Beauty She Is. Her Plump Breasts Are White, Delighting The Sight, There Cupid Discovers Her Charms; Oh! Spare Then The Rest, And Think Of The Best; 'Tis Heaven To Die In Her Arms. SHe's Blooming As May, Brisk, Lively, And Gay, The Graces All Round About Her; SHe's Prudent And Witty, Sings Wondrously Pretty, And There Is No Living Without Her.