I'm a youth in my mind and if people say true
Have virtue sufficient good manners my due
Content in my station, such graces combined
Might sure render happy, the maid to my mind
If my choice should be granted, I freely confess
I ne'er could like one who's a slave to her dress
Though pleasing her beauty, her whit unrefined
Would prevent her from being the maid to my mind
Nor she that doth practice the patch and the paint
Whose heart is deceit though she looks like a saint
If ever so rich, since to nature unkind
I never would choose her for the maid to my mind
Above all the fair sex my contempt would set
On her who is surely a finished coquette
For as pride and conceit keep fair virtue confined
She could never please me as the maid to my mind
Then to banter no longer, but to end your suspense
I like one of prudence, good nature and sense
And coy to a fop to sincerity kind
In peace then I'd live with the maid to my mind
Her age and the size in her person should be
In neither superior, but equal to me
Her dress not to rich, yet to neatness inclined
Then this and no others the maid to my mind
Her shape should be handsome and graceful her air
So charming her features both lovely and fair
With these a fair portion by fortune entwined
Would make her completely the maid to my mind
Sound heaven but attend to my prayer and request
To make her my wife I should be so blessed
That the world might see hence that I never once repined
At choosing for life the fair maid to my mind
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