Extracts from an Opera: My Lady's Qualities

Oh, I am frighten'd with most hateful thoughts!

Perhaps her voice is not a nightingale's,

Perhaps her teeth are not the fairest pearl;

Her eye-lashes may be, for aught I know,

Not longer than the May-fly's small fan-horns;

There may not be one dimple on her hand;

And freckles many; ah! a careless nurse,

In haste to teach the little thing to walk,

May have crumpt up a pair of Dian's legs,

And warpt the ivory of a Juno's neck.