Lucietta. a Fragment

LUCIETTA, my deary, That fairest of faces! Is made up of kisses; But, in love, oft the case is Even stranger than this is-- There's another, that's slyer, Who touches me nigher,-- A Witch, an intriguer, Whose manner and figure Now piques me, excites me, Torments and delights me-- Cætera desunt.