When in the bath men strip together,
A perfect man has admiration,
The mould of grace, the thews of leather,
The noble port of native station;
No more excelleth moral duty,
The master mind appears a fakir;
But procreant health and manly beauty
Become the image of their Maker.

When to the life the beauteous creature,
The woman, walks, behold the wonder!
Divinity in every feature,
Her worshippers are rent asunder;
Her beauty rules her moral being,
Like genius is her stately doing,
The regent of the Ever-seeing,
She bends the heavens to her wooing.

The beauty of the worlds in motion
Attracts each other in their courses;
Space has its wooings like the ocean,
And planets feel persuasive forces;
Perfection everything convulses,
Beauty is moral elevation,
The symmetry that stirs our pulses,
Is an eternal admiration.

Health and selection, joy determine,
Their progeny our orb inherit;
" Behold the lilies! " saith the sermon:
Beauty is the immortal spirit.
What is unlovely shall not witness
Final survival of the fitting,
And separating foul from fitness,
Venus to judge the world is sitting.