36. Innocence and virgin modesty,
A virtue and a consciousness of worth
That would be woo'd, and not unsought be won.
Milton—Paradise Lost.
37. It is your pleasure sweetly to complain,
And to be taken with a sudden pain;
Then up you start, all ecstasy and bliss,
And are, sweet soul, just as sincere in this.
Oh, how you roll your charming eyes in spite,
And look delightfully with all your might.