In soft Narcissa's form united shine

In soft Narcissa's form united shine Such female ease, and majesty divine, That each beholder must with awe declare Apelles' Venus was not half so fair: But when the stores of judgment, wit, and sense, Her lips with graceful modesty dispense, Each hearer owns, with pleasure and surprize, That Homer's Pallas was not half so wise. These different charms such different passions move, Who sees must reverence, but who hears must love.