The Graces, three erewhile, are three no more:A fourth is come, with perfume sprinkled o'er.'Tis Berenice blest and fair; were sheAway, the Graces would no Graces be.
Two goddesses now must Cyprus adore;The Muses are ten, and the Graces are four;Stella's wit is so charming, so sweet her fair face,She shines a new Venus, a Muse, and a Grace.