And to assert their voice appeared:
She played: the Muses from the hill
Wondered who thus had stol’n their skill.
Great Jove approved her crimes and art;
And t’other day she stole my heart!
If lovers, Cupid, are thy care,
Exert thy vengeance on this Fair;
To trial bring her stolen charms,
And let her prison be my arms.
Charles Wyndham.