The beauty much maligned cannot abide Her reputation's sullied form, and shapes Another destiny fulfilled to hide Abominable foul discredit, capes Her shame she would not own, her face disclaims Apparent misapplied dishonour, would Seek benefit of some new-fashioned aims To sanctify a statue of her stood In argument of praise, she is apart From documents of fiction which describe Her falsely, finds her weeping out a heart Of sorrow steeped in shades she would inscribe. To look into a mirror faces her She sees no visage so disgraces her.