See! with what constant motion
Even and glorious, as the sun,
Gratiana steers that noble frame,
Soft as her breast, sweet as her voice,
That gave each winding law and poise,
And swifter than the wings of Fame.

Each step trod out a lover's thought
And th'ambitious hopes he brought,
Chain'd to her brave feet with such arts,
Such sweet command and gentle awe,
As when she ceased, we sighing saw
The floor lay paved with broken hearts.

So did she move: so did she sing:
Like the harmonious spheres that bring
Unto their rounds their music's aid
Which she performed such a way,
As all th'enamour'd world will say:
The Graces danced, and Apollo played!'