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.