The crowd of beauteous Quintia prate:
To me she is but fair and straight;
So far I can comply.
Those stated charms her form displays;
But still the full, the general praise,
Of beauteous I deny.
No grain of sprightliness or grace
In all her lofty form we trace.
I Lesbia beauteous call;
Who, stealing from the lovely host
The separate charms each fair could boast,
Herself united all.