When I survey Clarinda's Charms,
Folded within my circling Arms,
What endless Pleasure move along,
Serenely soft and sweetly strong;
Every Smile invites to Love,
Balmy Kisses, Amorous Blisses,
Every rising Charm improve.

Immortal Bliss, that never will cloy,
Always attends her Angel Form;
Softest Repose, and blooming Joy
In her conspire the Soul to charm:
Beauteous Blessing,
Past expressing,
Round the tender Fair One wait.

Love on her Breast has fixed his Throne,
And Cupid revels in her Eyes;
Who can the Charmer's Power disown,
When in each Glance an Arrow flies?
Yet when wounded, we feel no Pain;
No, 'tis Pleasure,
Above Measure,
Raptures flow in every Vein.