And make a new religion where she comes;
Unite the differing faith of all the world,
To idolize her face.
Gar. And well she may:
Her eyes, her lips, her cheeks, her shape, her features,
Seem to be drawn by Love's own hand; by Love,
Himself in love: but oh, 'tis now too late,
My eyes have drank a poison in before;
A former basilisk has seen me first.—
Yet know, fair princess, if there were a part