The poem
Whatsoever thing I see, Rich or poor although it be, --'Tis a mistress unto me.
Be my girl or fair or brown, Does she smile, or does she frown; Still I write a sweet-heart down.
Be she rough, or smooth of skin; When I touch, I then begin For to let affection in.
Be she bald, or does she wear Locks incurl'd of other hair; I shall find enchantment there.
Be she whole, or be she rent, So my fancy be content, She's to me most excellent.
Be she fat, or be she lean; Be she sluttish, be she clean; I'm a man for every scene.