Little Girl in swadling Cloaths,

Mother's Eyes, and Father's Nose,

Little Mouth, where on a Row,

White and even Teeth will grow,

And the Dimple on the Chin,

Just beginning to begin:

And the Skin so fair and sleek,

And the Roses in the Cheek;

And the Neck and milk-white Breast,

Which, hereafter shall be prest;

And the snowy Hand and Arm,

Which, as yet, can do no Harm;

And the Waste so small and round,

Little Waste with Roller bound;

And the taper Leg and Thigh,

And what is, and will be, by,

For which, Thousand Swains will die:

Keep her Heav'n from all Harms,

Give her all her Mother's Charms!

Give her all her Father's Wit,

Save her from Convulsion Fit!

May her Teeth with ease be bred,

May she keep her Maidenhead,

'Till she's in her Bridal-Bed.

Then may she be free from snarling,

May she be her Husband's Darling!

May her Days be Peace and Rest!

Like her happy Parents, blest!

And may they, my Cares to drown,

Give the Poet, Half a Crown.