Whilst others proclaim <br />This nymph or that swain, <br />Dearest Nelly the lovely I'll sing: <br />She shall grace every verse, <br />I'll her beauties rehearse, <br />Which lovers can't think an ill thing. <br /> <br />Her eyes shine as bright <br />As stars in the night; <br />Her complexion's divinely fair; <br />Her lips red as a cherry, <br />Would a hermit make merry, <br />And black as a coal is her hair. <br /> <br />Her breath, like a rose, <br />Its sweets does disclose, <br />Whenever you ravish a kiss <br />Like ivory inchas'd, <br />Her teeth are well placed; <br />And exquisite beauty she is. <br /> <br />Her plump breasts are white, <br />Delighting the sight, <br />There Cupid discovers her charms; <br />Oh! spare then the rest, <br />And think of the best; <br />'Tis heaven to die in her arms. <br /> <br />She's blooming as May, <br />Brisk, lively, and gay, <br />The Graces all round about her; <br />She's prudent and witty, <br />Sings wondrously pretty, <br />And there is no living without her.<br /><br />Matthew Prior<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/songs-set-to-music-28-nelly/
