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]