Give Isaac the Nymph who no beauty can boast
But Health and good Humour to make her his Toast.
If straight I don't mind, either slender or fat,
Or six foot or four we'll ne'er quarrel for that,
We'll ne'er quarrel for that.

What e'er her Complection I vow I don't care;
If brown it is lasting, more pleasing if fair;
And tho' in her Cheeks I no dimples shou'd see,
Let her smile and each dell is a dimple to me,
A dimple to me.
Let her smile and each dell is a dimple to me,

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Let her locks be the reddest that ever were seen,
And her eyes may be -- faith any Colour but green;
For in eyes tho' so various the lustre and hue,
I swear I've no choice, only let her have two.

'Tis true I'd dispense with a Throne on her back,
And white Teeth I own, are genteeler than black.
A little round Chin too's a beauty I've heard,
But I only desire -- she may'nt have a Beard.
She may'nt have a Beard.
But I only desire -- she may'nt have a Beard.