Clo. Yes, my Lord, though I am young,
I’ve felt the power of Beauty;
And should you look upon the Object, Sir,
Your Wonders soon would cease;
Each Look does even animate Insensibles,
And strikes a reverend Awe upon the Soul:
Nothing is found so lovely.
Fred. Thou speak’st prettily, I think Love
Indeed has inspir’d thee.
Clo. These were the Flatteries, Sir, she us’d to me;