But this has nought to do with their outsides.

I said that Juan did not think them pretty

At the first blush; for a fair Briton hides

Half her attractions—probably from pity—

And rather calmly into the heart glides,

Than storms it as a foe would take a city;

But once there (if you doubt this, prithee try)[LV]She keeps it for you like a true ally.