Lovers she had, as she remember’d yet,
For who the glories of their reign forget?
Some she rejected in her maiden pride }
And some in maiden hesitation tried— }
Unwilling to renounce, unable to decide. 410}
One lost, another would her grace implore,
Till all were lost, and lovers came no more.
Nor had she that, in beauty’s failing state,
Which will recall a lover, or create;
Hers was the slender portion, that supplied