She'll not be hit

With Cupid’s arrow. She hath Dian's wit,
And in strong proof of chastity well-armed,
From Love’s weak childish bow she lives uncharmed.
She will not stay the siege of loving terms,
Nor bide th’ encounter of assailing eyes,
Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold.
O, she is rich in beauty – only poor
That when she dies, with beauty dies her store.