0 Nymph! With Cheeks Of Roseate Hue, Whose Eyes Are Violets Bath'D In Dew, So Liquid, Languishing, And Blue, How They Bewitch Me! Thy Bosom Hath A Magic Spell, For When Its Full Orbs Heave And Swell, I Feel But, Oh! I Must Not Tell, Lord! How They Twitch Me!