So lovely grew her counterfeit. O’er all,
Her splendor, and her soul’s magnificence.
The pomp that crowned her state—luxurious shows
Where Beauty, grown subservient to a sway
That made Art her first vassal—these, so twinned
With her voluptuous weakness, did become
Her well, and took from her the hideous hues
That else had made men loathe!
That else had made men loathe!I would have seen
This princess ere she died! How looks she now?