“ When I behold that Hebe’s cheek,1
Where sits a bloom unreached by art,2
Those smiles that charm, and eyes that speak3
Love’s selfish language to the heart ;4
With such delight I view thy beauties o’er,5
Methinks I could not taste a pleasure more.6
But when those lips that shame the rose,7
Sweet guardians of a pearly care,8
Opening, their beauteous wards disclose ;9
Such melting strains then fill the air10
That, the charmed ear encroaching on the eye,11
Beauty is forced to yield to harmony.12
Whose heart then, Mary, is secure13
From one possessed of gifts like thine ;14
If thus, to make the conquest sure,15
Beauty and musick both combine ?16
From powers like these, say, who can safety find,17
Unless ’twere he who is both deaf and blind.”18