Then look round yonder dazzling row,
Who most does like an angel show
You may be sure 'tis she.
Here are lines about another beauty, who perhaps was not so well pleased at the poet's manner of celebrating her—
When Lesbia first I saw, so heavenly fair,
With eyes so bright and with that awful air,
I thought my heart would durst so high aspire
As bold as his who snatched celestial fire.
But soon as e'er the beauteous idiot spoke,
Forth from her coral lips such folly broke;