Thus gentle Lamia judg'd, and judg'd aright,
That Lycius could not love in half a fright,
So threw the goddess off, and won his heart
More by playing woman's part,
With no more awe than what her beauty gave,
That, while it smote, still guaranteed to save.
That Lycius could not love in half a fright,
So threw the goddess off, and won his heart
More by playing woman's part,
With no more awe than what her beauty gave,
That, while it smote, still guaranteed to save.
Keats
