Don Juan 02-118
Canto the Second

CXVIII

Her brow was white and low, her cheek's pure dye
     Like twilight rosy still with the set sun;
Short upper lip-sweet lips! that make us sigh
     Ever to have seen such; for she was one
Fit for the model of a statuary
     (A race of mere impostors, when all's done-
I've seen much finer women, ripe and real,
Than all the nonsense of their stone ideal).

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824) ByronLong