Hogg—Queen's Wake.
57. 'Tis not her eye or lip we beauty call,
But the joint force and full result of all.
Pope.
58. Her face is very beautiful, and mirth
Is native on her lip; but ever, now,
As a sweet tone delighteth her, the smile
Goes melting into sadness, and the lash
Droops gently to her eye, as if it knew
Affection was too chaste a thing for mirth.