THE MIRACLE OF NATURE,
Or, Some Animadversions, upon the Beauty, of one of the fairest Dames that ever lived
To let you ken, what is her name,
She is my Amorous BETTY,
Therefore forebear, after her to spear,
For she's modest, wise and pretty.
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YOu Muses of Pernasus Hill,
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descend that lofty Mountain,
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And dipp your Quils in Helicon,
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that Christal running Fountain:
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And there-with-all help to describe,
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the beauty of my Bettie;
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Who is the chief of all her Tribe,
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she is so wondrous prettie.
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Her sparkling eyes are far more bright,
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then that Star of the morning;
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Or Pearles most rair, or precious Stones,
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that are Kings Crowns adorning;
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Her balmie lips like scarlet threeds,
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then Hony are much sweeter;
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Her tender Skin, then any Swan,
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in colour is much whaiter:
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Her Cheeks apear as if the Rose,
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with lilles were contending,
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Whose colour there should most appear,
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Her inward parts furth sending,
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A breath more sweet then spinknard pure,
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when out of Vessels poured:
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The torment of her charmes are such,
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they cannot be indured:
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Yea, that Amazonian Queen,
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in beauty she excelleth;
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Tho in her time she did exceed
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all others, as some telleth:
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Dulcippa or Angelica,
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outstrippeth far in beauty;
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Rosana would her homage give,
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and own it for her duty:
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Rossalinde, Rossamund,
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or Sabra, these fair Creatures,
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And Lucina and Lillian,
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had ne're such pleasant Featurs;
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Lucretia, nor Alcida,
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was never half so stately;
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All mortal Dames that ever were,
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she doth excel them greatly
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The Graces with the milk of Queens,
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did nurse this lovlie creature;
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Till she became a Princely Dame,
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a Miracle of nature:
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She's such a propper stately Dame,
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none but a Prince may own her,
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She was made for an Emperour,
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a Diadem must crown her:
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The Dons of Spain, could they but gain,
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thus Magazine of pleasure,
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They would not go to Mexico,
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for here's more then all treasure,
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The fine Se------ King, would dance and sing,
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could he attain to have her;
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He would confine brave Mazarine,
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within the banks of Tiber:
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Had Solomon the great and wise,
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view'd her perfections over,
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Yea, Sheba's Queen forgot had been,
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tho clade in gold of Ophire:
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Henry the eight for love reject,
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the Popish Jurisdiction,
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The Alcoran he would gladly ta'ne,
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to share in her perfection,
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The Turk with his Seraglio,
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would prostrate ly before her;
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He would foreget great Mauhmet,
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and Godess like adore her:
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Had Lewis great that Tyrant King,
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in France who does now reigne;
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But seen this Dame who matchless is,
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he'd lov'd her before his Queen,
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That neither Wars, nor other fairs,
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in whom he takes great pleasure,
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All others he would quit forsake,
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and place in her his Treasure:
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The graces all both great and small,
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were never half so prettie;
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The Queen of love, that rings above
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could ne're compare with Bettie;
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Let us immortalize the Name,
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of such a lovely creature;
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The only Chiftain of her Sex,
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that e're was form'd by nature:
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Come let us sweem in blood of grapes,
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the richest in the City.
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Then with an overflowing Bowle,
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a health we'le drink to Bettie.
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O Bettie is Prettie, more bony then ony,
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that ever eye did see,
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