As seeking which, of all the thoughts that throng,
First to embody for the listening ear,
So do I hesitate and pause, in doubt
With such diversity where to begin,
For outward eyes would praise those charms without,
Whilst Love would greet the soul enshrined those charms within.
Ah, gracious lady, words alone are vain
Thy finer, subtler traits to fitly show;
Rather Apollo’s art, in sweetest strain,
With long-drawn symphonies, as soft as low,