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Songs Set To Music: 28. Nelly.

By Matthew Prior

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Whilst others proclaim This nymph or that swain, Dearest Nelly the lovely I'll sing: She shall grace every verse, I'll her beauties rehearse, Which lovers can't think an ill thing. Her eyes shine as bright As stars in the night; Her complexion's divinely fair; Her lips red as a cherry, Would a hermit make merry, And black as a coal is her hair. Her breath, like a rose, Its sweets does disclose, Whenever you ravish a kiss Like ivory inchas'd, Her teeth are well placed; And exquisite beauty she is. Her plump breasts are white, Delighting the sight, There Cupid discovers her charms; Oh! spare then the rest, And think of the best; 'Tis heaven to die in her arms. She's blooming as May, Brisk, lively, and gay, The Graces all round about her; She's prudent and witty, Sings wondrously pretty, And there is no living without her.

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Matthew Prior (1664–1721) was an English poet and diplomat. His poem "Alma: or, The Progress of the Mind" and his epitaph "Nobles and heralds, by your leave" are witty Augustan verse.

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