Gave moisture to her lips and hue.
These were her infant spoils, a store
To which in time she added more:
At twelve she stole from Cyprus’ queen
Her air and love-commanding mien;
Stole Juno’s dignity, and stole
From Pallas sense to charm the soul.
Apollo’s wit was next her prey;
Her next, the beam that lights the day.
She sung: amazed the Sirens heard,