To guide the flaming chariot of the sky;
Vain the attempt of Dædalus’ favourite care,
With artificial wing to cleave the air;
But vainer still thy fond attempt to trace,
The matchless beauties of that heavenly face:
Where every grace, and every charm combin’d,
Confess an angel’s form, an angel’s mind;
How couldst thou then a likeness hope to strike?
The task requires a Reubens or Vandyke!