Whose smiles are showered on all; to whom the hours,
Brilliant alike, seem but to bring their tribute
Of emulous sweets, even as the gilded flowers
Yield up their honey to the fluttering insect.
How well for those who bask in Pleasure’s smile,
She wears a mask!
Leonardo.
But your smile is the sunlight
That banishes all gloom where’er it shines.
Fiorilla.