She was one of those who by Fortune's boon
Are born, as they say, with a silver spoon
In her mouth, not a wooden ladle:
To speak according to poet's wont,
Plutus as sponsor stood at her font,
And Midas rocked the cradle.
XXII.
At her first début she found her head
On a pillow of down, in a downy bed,
With a damask canopy over.