Shape nor Dress can never sway me,
Nor the softest looks betray me;
Shape nor Face can never sway me,
Nor the softest looks betray me.
But your Mind, my Dear, subdues me,
Where a thousand Graces shine;
Goodness, Love, and Honour moves me,
And my Passion's all Divine.
Goodness as a boundless Treasure,
Yields the purest sweetest pleasure.