Beauty gives

The features perfectness, and to the form

Its delicate proportions: she may stain

The eye with a celestial blue, the cheek

With carmine of the sunset; she may breathe

Grace into every motion, like the play

Of the least visible tissue of a cloud;

She may give all that's rich—her own

Bright cestus—and one glance of Intellect,

Like stronger magic, will outshine it all.