The second takes me by the hand,
Presses me close with care and skill,
And makes me do whate’er she will.
I cannot boast of many charms,
I’ve neither feet, nor legs, nor arms,
But all allow I have an eye
So fine, it may with beauty vye;
I fear I many wounds impart,
Shed blood, but never touch the heart.
They who would contemplate my end,