Eyes those fine features which his glass displays,
In his own person centres all his pride,
And as his bride loves him, he loves his bride.
Like Satan, whispering in the ear of Eve
(By nature form'd to ruin and deceive),
A black-rob'd, smooth-tongued son of Belial see,
That would betray his Saviour for a fee;
With base, insidious smile, and tender air,
Bend o'er the inexperienc'd, thoughtless fair,
Assaying by his devilish art to reach