She is pretty to walk with,

And witty to talk with,

And pleasant, too, to think on.

Brennoralt. Act ii.

Her face is like the milky way i' the sky,—

A meeting of gentle lights without a name.

Brennoralt. Act iii.

But as when an authentic watch is shown,

Each man winds up and rectifies his own,

So in our very judgments.[256:2]