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Rh Paint her lovely cheek and nose, Blending milk with blush of rose; Paint her pretty, pouting lips, Where the bee its honey sips, Where Persuasion sits and smiles, With a thousand winning wiles. Every pleasing grace must deck Her pretty dimpled chin and neck; And let nameless beauties dwell In her bosom's gentle swell. In a thin and purple dress Veil this form of loveliness: Her body hide, her shape express. Enough! no further proof I seek, She lives—she breathes—soft! did she speak?