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 Her Skin by Nature, No Ermin better, Tho' that fine Creature, Is white as Snow; With blooming Graces, Adorn'd her Face is, Her flowing Tresses, As black as Sloe. With, &c.

She's Tall and Slender, She's Soft and Tender, Some God commend her, My Wit's too low: 'Twere Joyful plunder, To bring her under, She's all a wonder, From Top to Toe. 'Twere joyful, &c.

Then cease, ye Sages, To quote dull Pages, That in all Ages, Our Minds are free: Tho' great your Skill is, So strong the Will is, My Love for Phillis, Must ever be. Tho' great, &c.