In gait she’s none but she; when you go stepping
’Tis seen your trend is hitherward or thither,
You swerve to the lure o’ the date or else the spring;
But when she moves we cast our upward eyes
Upon the Heaven, to see if Helios
Will set the golden sun-car earthward dipping
To lift her in, and companied with her
Trample his path through all Eternity!
Lesbia.
Yes, she is fair.