"By Jupiter," said Bellarius again, "there is an angel in the cave, or if not, an earthly paragon."

And, 'O pure paragon,' he straight replied, 'Thy love is all!

Within, recumbent on a couch, was laid A form more perfect than e'er man survey'd: The new-blown rose, the lily's virgin prime, In the fresh hour of fragrant summer-time, Though of all flowers the fairest of the fair, With this sweet paragon might ill compare; And o'er her shoulders flow'd with graceful pride,

If she was worldly, she was also useful, intelligent, and popular, and a paragon in her brother's partial eyes.