GetPassage urn:cts:latinLit:phi0959.phi001.perseus-eng2:2.7.7-2.7.12 urn:cts:latinLit:phi0959.phi001.perseus-eng2:2.7.7-2.7.12

And with a squinting eye gloat o'er the pit,Or view the boxes, you begin to fear,And fancy straight some rival beauty there.If any looks on me, you think you spyA private assignation in her eye;A silent soft discourse in ev'ry grace,