Song CCLI. Peggy

Tho' Peggv's Charms have oft been sung, The darling Theme of ev'ry Tongue. New Praises still remain Such heav'nly Beauty can infuse, New Flights new Fancies like a Muse, And brighten ev'ry Strain.

'Tis not her Form alone I crize Which ev'ry Fool that has but Eyes, As well as I can see, To say she's fair is but to say, When Phaebus at Noon 'tis Day. What none need learn of me.

But I'm in love with Peggy's Mind, Where ev'ry Virtue is combin'd That can adorn the Fair, Excepting one you searce can miss, So trifling! that I wou'd not wish, That Virtue had been there.

She who possessess all the rest, Must sure excel the Prude, whose Breast, That Virtue shares alone, To seek Perfection is a Jest, They who have fewest Faults are best, And Peggy has but one.