To the Tune of, I fixed my Fancy on her.
BRight Cynthia’s power divinely great,
What heart is not obeying?
A thousand Cupids on her wait,
And in her eyes are playing.
She seems the queen of love to reign;
For she alone dispences
Such sweets as best can entertain
The gust of all the senses.
Her face a charming prospect brings,
Her breath gives balmy blisses;
I hear an angel when the sings,
And taste of heaven in kisses.
Four senses thus she feasts with joy,
From nature’s richest treasure:
Let me the other sense employ,
And I shall die with pleasure.
– Authors Unknown.