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A toast given by the character Isaac Mendoza in The Duenna. Linley and Sheridan wrote several such pieces together. The piece is only recorded in short score: no elaboration is given here.
Lyrics: Richard Brinsley Sheridan
Give Isaac the nymph, who no beauty can boast
But health and good humour, to make her his toast,
If straight, I don't mind whether slender or fat,
And six feet or four, we'll ne'er quarrel for that.
What e'er her complexion, I vow I don't care,
If brown it is lasting, more pleasing if fair;
And tho' in her cheeks I no dimples should see,
Let her smile, and each dell is a dimple to me.
Let her locks be the reddest that ever were seen,
And her eyes may be, faith, any colour but green;
For in eyes, tho' so various in lustre and hue,
I swear I've no choice, only let her have two.
'Tis true I'd dispense with a throne on her back,
And white teeth, I own, are genteeler than black:
A little round chin too's a beauty I've heard,
But I only desire she mayn't have a beard.
Give Isaac the nymph, who no beauty can boast
But health and good humour, to make her his toast,
If straight, I don't mind whether slender or fat,
And six feet or four, we'll ne'er quarrel for that.
What e'er her complexion, I vow I don't care,
If brown it is lasting, more pleasing if fair;
And tho' in her cheeks I no dimples should see,
Let her smile, and each dell is a dimple to me.
Let her locks be the reddest that ever were seen,
And her eyes may be, faith, any colour but green;
For in eyes, tho' so various in lustre and hue,
I swear I've no choice, only let her have two.
'Tis true I'd dispense with a throne on her back,
And white teeth, I own, are genteeler than black:
A little round chin too's a beauty I've heard,
But I only desire she mayn't have a beard.