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Tgmalion loathing their lascivious

Abhorr'd all Womankind, but most

a Wife:
So single chose to live, and shunn'd to wed,
Well pleas’d to want a Consort of his Bed.
Yet fearing Idleness, the Nurse of III,
In Sculpture exercis'd his happy Skill;
And carv'd in Iv'ry such a Maid, fo fair,
As Nature could not with his Art compare,
Were she to work; but in her own Defence
Must take her Pattern here, and copy hence.
Pleas’d with his Idol, he commends, admires,
Adores; and last, the Thing ador'd, desires.
A very Virgin in her Face was seen,
And had she mov'd, a living Maid had been:
One wou'd have thought she cou'd have stirr’d;

but ftrove With Modesty, and was afham'd to move. Art hid with Art, fo well perform'd the Cheat, It caught the Carver with his own Deceit:

He knows 'tis Madness, yet he must adore,
And Itill the more he knows it, loves the more:
The Flesh, or what fo feems, he touches oft,
Which feels so smooth, that he believes it foft.
Fir'd with this Thought, at once he strain'd the

And on the Lips a burning Kiss impress’d.
'Tis true, the harden's Breast resists the Gripe,
And the cold Lips return a Kiss unripe:
But when, retiring back, he look'd again,
To think it Iv'ry, was a Thought too mean:
So wou'd believe she kiss'd, and courting mores
Again embrac'd her naked Body o'er ;
And straining hard the Statue, was afraid
His Hands had made a Dint, and hurt his Maid:
Explor'd her, Limb by Limb, and fear'd to find
So rude a Gripe had left a livid Mark behind:
With Flatt'ry now he feeks her Mind to move,
And now withGifts,(the pow'rfulBribes of Love:)
He furnishes her Closet first; and fills
The crowded Shelves with Rarities of Shells;
Adds Orient Pearls, which from the Conchs he
And all the sparkling Stones of variousHue:[drew,

And Parrots, imitating Human Torigue,
And Singing-birds in Silver Cages hung;
And ev'ry fragrant Flow'r, and od'rous Green,
Were forted well, with Lumps of Amber laid

Rich, fashionable Robes her Person deck,
Pendants her Ears, and Pearls adorn her Neck:
Her taper'd Fingers too with Rings are grac'd,
And an embroider'd Zone surrounds her slender

Waste. Thus like a Queen array'd, fo richly dress’d, Beauteous she shew'd, but naked shew'd the beft. Then, from the Floor, he rais'd a Royal Bed, With Cov'rings of Sydonian Purple spread: The Solemn Rites perform’d, he calls her Bride, With Blandishments invites her to his Side, And as she were with Vital Sense possess'd, Her Head did on a Plumy Pillow rest.

The Feast of Venus came, a Solemn Day, To which the Cypriots due Devotion pay; With gilded Horns the Milk-white Heifer's led, Slaughter'd before the sacred Altars, bled:



Pygmalion off'ring, first, approach'd the Shrine,
And then withPray’rsimplor'd the Pow'rs Divine
Almighty Gods, if all we Mortals want,
If all we can require, be yours to grant ;
Make this fair Statue mine, he wou'd have said, 7
But chang'd his Words,for shame; and only pray'd,
Give me the Likeness of my Iv'ry Maid.

The Golden Goddess, present at the Pray'r,
Well knew he meant th' inanimated Fair,
And gave the Sign of granting his Desire,
For thrice in chearful Flames ascends the Fire.
The Youth, returning to his Mistress, hies,
And impudent in Hope, with ardent Eyes,
And beating Breast, by the dear Statue lies.
He kisses her white Lips, renews the Bliss,
And looks, and thinks they redden at the Kiss;
He thought them warm before: Nor longer stays,
But next his Hand on her hard Bosom lays:
Hard as it was, beginning to relent,
It seem'd, the Breast beneath his Fingers bent;
He felt again, his Fingers made a Print,
Twas Flesh, but Flesh fo firm, it rose against

the Dint:

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The pleasing Task he fails not to renew;
Soft, and more soft at ev'ry Touch it grew; ;
Like pliant Wax, when chafing Hands reduce
The former Mass to Form, and frame for Use.
He would believe, but yet is still in pain,
And tries his Argument of Sense again,
Presses the Pulse, and feels the leaping Vein.
Convinc'd, o'erjoy'd, his studied Thanks and Praise,
To her who made the Miracle, he

Then Lipsto Lips he join'd; now freed from Fear,
He found the Savour of the Kiss sincere:
At this the waken'd Image op'd her Eyes,
And view'd at once the Light and Lover, with

surprize. The Goddess present at the Match she made, So bless'd the Bed, such Fruitfulness convey'd, That ere ten Moons had Tharpen'd either Horn, To crown their Bliss, a lovely Boy was born; Paphos his Name, who grown too Manhood, walld The City Paphos, from the Founder call'd.

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