Air XXI -- Would You Have a Young Virgin, etc.

If the heart of a man is deprest with cares,
The mist is dispelled when a woman appears;
Like the notes of a fiddle, she sweetly, sweetly
Raises the spirits, and charms our ears,
Roses and lilies her cheeks disclose,
But her ripe lips are more sweet than those.
           Press her,
           Caress her,
      With blisses,
      Her kisses
Dissolve us in pleasure, and soft repose.