There wisdom sheds a pure unmingl’d ray.
Truth, innocence, and modesty combine
T’ adorn her mind, where all perfections shine:
Apollo’s wit does to the maid belong;
Her voice more charming than the Syren’s song.
PHILANDER.
Hold, hold, dear Damon, sure too much is said;
Your Delia’s then a most bewitching maid:
As blind men judge of colours, so you trace
The matchless beauties of her charming face,