Classic Poem

What softness of numbers, what sweetness of song,
What thoughts, that are handsome and pretty,
Can justly describe all that's lovely, and young,
And all that transports me in Betty .

The least of her beauties what figure can fit;
What compare with her ringlets so jetty!
What then can be said of the goodness, the wit,
Of the graces and virtues of Betty ?

I look'd on the virgin, and wander'd no more
Thro' the delicate dames of the city;
Because all I sought for, and valu'd before,
Was entire and complete in my Betty .

If ever I serv'd you in pureness of heart,
Ye supreme and subordinate deities!
Health, pleasure, and peace, to the maid still impart;
For my life is bound up in my Betty .