Taking her hand, he says:

What makes you beautiful? Answer, now, answer!— Is it that dutiful Souls are all beautiful? Is't that romance or Beauty of spirit, Which souls of merit Of heaven inherit?— Have you no answer?

What makes you lovable? Answer, dear, answer!— Is it not provable That man is lovable Just because chance or Nature makes woman Love him?—Her human Part's to illumine.— Have you no answer?