About four o'clock
T ' attain the heav 'n that 's in her arms , I 'd quit the world 's alluring harms , And to a cell content , retire . Of all that pleas 'd my ravish 'd eye , Her beauty should supply the place ; Bold Raphael 's strokes , and Titian 's dye , Should but in vain presume to vie With her inimitable face . No more I 'd wish for Phoebus ' rays , To gild the object of my sight ; Much less the taper 's fainter blaze : Her eyes should measure out my days ; And when she slept , it should be night . About four o'clock . My master just came up to me , and said , If you should see Mr. Williams below , do you think , Pamela , you should not be surprised ? -- No , sir , said I , I hope not . Why should I ?