Here---in the sweetly pensive mein

Is the soft gentle Nature seen,

And chaste reserve, and modest fear,

And artless innocence appear---

There---the little fly coquet

Aiming her insidious glances:

For trapping hearts each feature set,

240 From the canvass makes advances,

Nay---if we credit the delusive face,

She seems just springing to our fond embrace---