21. Half the charms that deck her face,
Arise from powder, shreds, and lace.
Goldsmith.
22. Time from her form has ta'en away but little of its grace,
His touch of thought hath dignified the beauty of her face.
Bayley.
23. 'Tis strange,
That though you study long, you cannot tell
The color of her eye, that seems to change,