Attended only by the noble Curtius:
They found me in the Church at my Devotion,
Whom Frederick soon distinguished from the rest;
He kneel’d down by me, and instead of Prayer,
He fell to praise—but ’twas my Beauty only;
—That I could tell you, of my strange surprize!
My Zeal was all disordered, and my Eyes
Fed on the false, not real Sacrifice.
—I wanted Art my Sentiments to hide,
Which from my Eyes and Blushes soon he spy’d.