And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true,
And true she is, as she hath proved herself.
Merchant of Venice.
8. Right from the hand of God her spirit came
Unstain'd, and she hath ne'er forgotten whence
It came, nor wander'd far from thence,
But laboreth to keep her still the same,
Near to her place of birth, that she may not
Soil her white raiment with an earthly spot.
J. R. Lowell.