This still should serve, when censure grows most free,

To sanctify her fault. In common things

Majestic, as in matters of more state,

She had besides the feminine arts to make

Her very lusts seem grateful; and with charms

That mocked all mortal rivalry, she knew

To dress the profligate graces in her gift⁠—

Generous to very wantonness, and free

Of bounty, where Desert might nothing claim⁠—

That Virtue’s self might doubt of her own shape,