Add looks for veils, that she at will could wear,
As Juliet fond, as Imogen sincere—
Like Portia grave, sententious, and design’d
For high affairs, or gay as Rosalind— 60
Catch, if you can, some notion of the dame,
And let Matilda serve her for a name.
Think next how Villars saw th’ enchanting maid,
And how he loved, pursued, adored, obey’d—
Obey’d in all, except the dire command,
No more to dream of that bewitching hand.