Or brightest lustre of [Golconda’s] mines:
Her cheeks of roseate hue, her flaxen hair,
In easy curls, waves gently in the air.
Her coral lips ambrosial sweets retain;
She rivals Juno in her air and mien;
She far exceeds what ancient painters drew,
When fancy’s flights the Cyprian queen pursue.
Such excellence might grace a prince’s arms;
Yet this must yield to her interior charms.
In her fair bosom virtue bears the sway;