What Angels are, is in  seen,
Their Awful Glories, and their God-like Mien;
For in her Aspect all the Graces meet,
All that is Noble, Beautiful, or Sweet;
There ev'ry Charm in lofty Triumph sits,
Scorns poor Defect, and to no Fault submits;
There Symmetry, Complexion, Air, unite,
Sublimely Noble, and Amazing Bright.
So, newly finish'd by the Hand Divine
Before her Fall, did the first Woman shine:
But  in one great Point she does excel;
never err'd at all, She fell.
From her, Temptation in Despair withdrew,
Nor more assaults, whom it could ne'er subdue.