The next quotation is an allusion to the print, where the world is made
a mirror.
Believe her not, her glass diffuses
False portraitures——
Were thy dimensions but a stride,
Nay, wert thou statur’d but a span,
Such as the long-bill’d troops defy’d,
A very fragment of a man!
Had surfeits, or th’ ungracious star
Conspir’d to make one common place
Of all deformities that are
Within the volume of thy face,
She’d lend the favour shou’d out-move
The Troy-bane Helen, or the Queen of Love.