Let those love now who never loved before,
Let those who always loved now love the more.
O thou, for whom my throbbing heart
Beats with unceasing thump,
Thou art the smartest of the smart,
The plumpest of the plump.
Thy breath is fresh as April morn,
Blushing in maiden pride,
And pearly drops thy brow adorns,
Like fat on bacon fried.