As beauty's loveliest bait, that doth procure
Great warriors erst their rigour to suppress,
And mighty hands forget their manliness,
Driven with the power of an heart-burning eye,
And lapt in flowers of a golden tress.
That can with melting pleasure mollify
Their harden'd hearts inur'd to cruelty.
[4904]Sola haec inflexit sensus, animumque labentem
Impulit———
[4908]Quam ego postquam vidi, non ita amavi ut sani solent