Seem’d all the rest in beauty to excel,
Crown’d with a rosy girlond, that right well
Did her beseem. And ever as the crew
About her danc’d, sweet flow’rs that far did smell,
And fragrant odours, they upon her threw,
But most of all, those three did her with gifts endue.
Those were the Graces, daughters of delight,
Handmaids of Venus, which are wont to haunt
Upon this hill, and dance there day and night:
Those three to men all gifts of grace do grant;