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PYGMALION loathing their lascivious Life	A
Abhorred all Womankind but most a Wife	A
So single chose to live and shunned to wed	B
Well pleased to want a Consort of his Bed	B
Yet fearing Idleness the Nurse of Ill	C
In Sculpture exercised his happy Skill	C
And carved in Ivory such a Maid so fair	D
As Nature could not with his Art compare	D
Were she to work but in her own Defence	E
Must take her Pattern here and copy hence	E
Pleased with his Idol he commends admires	F
Adores and last the Thing adored desires	G
A very Virgin in her Face was seen	H
And she had moved a living Maid had been	I
One would have thought she could have stirred but strove	J
With Modesty and was ashamed to move	K
Art hid with Art so well performed the Cheat	L
It caught the Carver with his own Deceit	L
He knows 'tis Madness yet he must adore	M
And still the more he knows it loves the more	M
The Flesh or what so seems he touches oft	N
Which feels so smooth that he believes it soft	O
Fired with his Thought at once he strained the Breast	P
And on the Lips a burning Kiss impressed	P
'Tis true the hardened Breast resists the Gripe	Q
And the cold Lips return a Kiss unripe	Q
But when retiring back he looked again	R
To think it Ivory was a thought too mean	H
So would believe she kissed and courting more	M
Again embraced her naked Body o'er	S
And straining hard the Statue was afraid	T
His Hands had made a Dint and hurt his Maid	T
Explored her Limb by Limb and feared to find	U
So rude a Gripe had left a livid Mark behind	U
With Flatt'ry now he seeks her Mind to move	K
And now with Gifts the powerful bribe of Love	V
He furnishes her Closet first and fills	W
The crowded Shelves with Rarities of Shells	X
Adds Orient Pearls which from the Conches he drew	Y
And all the sparkling Stones of various Hue	Y
And Parrots imitating Human Tongue	Z
And singing birds in Silver Cages hung	Z
And ev'ry fragrant Flower and odorous Green	H
Were sorted well with Lumps of Amber laid between	H
Rich fashionable Robes her person Deck	A2
Pendants her Ears and Pearls adorn her neck	A2
Her tapered Fingers too With Rings are graced	B2
And an embroidered Zone surrounds her slender Waist	B2
Thus like a Queen arrayed so richly dressed	P
Beauteous she shewed but naked shewed the best	P
Then from the Floor he raised a Royal Bed	B
With Cov'rings of Sydonian Purple spread	B
The Solemn Rites performed he calls her Bride	C2
With Blandishments invites her to his Side	C2
And as she were with Vital Sense possessed	P
Her Head did on a plumy Pillow rest	P
The Feast of Venus came a Solemn Day	D2
To which the Cypriots due Devotion pay	D2
With gilded Horns the milk white Heifers led	B
Slaughtered before the sacred Altars bled	B
Pygmalion offering first approached the Shrine	E2
And then with Pray'rs implored the Powers Divine	E2
Almighty Gods if all we Mortals want	F2
If all we can require be yours to grant	G2
Make this fair Statue mine he would have said	B
But changed his Words for shame and only prayed	T
Give me the likeness of my Ivory Maid	T
The Golden Goddess present at the Prayer	D
Well knew he meant th' inanimated Fair	D
And gave the Sign of granting his Desire	S
For thrice in cheerful Flames ascends the Fire	S
The Youth returning to his Mistress hies	X
And impudent in Hope with ardent Eyes	X
And beating Breast by the dear Statue lies	X
He kisses her white Lips renews the Bliss	X
And looks and thinks they redden at the Kiss	X
He thought them warm before Nor longer stays	X
But next his Hand on her hard Bosom lays	X
Hard as it was beginning to relent	H2
It seemed the Breast beneath his Fingers bent	H2
He felt again his Fingers made a Print	I2
'Twas Flesh but Flesh so firm it rose against the Dint	I2
The pleasing Task he fails not to renew	Y
Soft and more soft at every Touch it grew	Y
Like pliant Wax when chafing Hands reduce	X
The former Mass to Form and frame for Use	X
He would believe but yet is still in pain	J2
And tries his Argument of Sense again	R
Presses the Pulse and feels the leaping Vein	J2
Convinced o'erjoyed his studied Thanks and Praise	X
To her who made the Miracle he pays	X
Then Lips to Lips he joined now freed from Fear	K2
He found the Savour of the Kiss sincere	K2
At this the wakened image oped her Eyes	X
And viewed at once the Light and Lover with surprise	X
The Goddess present at the Match she made	T
So blessed the Bed such Fruitfulness conveyed	T
That e'er ten Moons had sharpened either Horn	L2
To crown their Bliss a lovely Boy was born	L2
Paphos his Name who grown to manhood walled	M2
The City Paphos from the Founder called	M2

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