To Marie Sallé

I know her now, the sylvan goddess cries,

Æneas saw her once in such disguise,

Delusion vain! her grace, her easy mien,

Her ev’ry step discloses beauty’s queen.

Bur soon the laughing nymphs the fraud confes’sd,

For they to grace her feast, had Sallé dress’d.

Pope & Gay