R Tgmalion loathing their lafcivious Life, Abhorr'd all Womankind, but most a Wife: So fingle chofe to live, and shunn'd to wed, And had she mov'd, a living Maid had been: One wou'd have thought she cou'd have stirr'd; but ftrove With Modefty, and was afham'd to move. He knows 'tis Madness, yet he must adore, And still the more he knows it, loves the more: The Flesh, or what fo feems, he touches oft, Which feels fo fmooth, that he believes it foft. Fir'd with this Thought, at once he strain❜d the Breast, And on the Lips a burning Kifs imprefs'd. 'Tis true, the harden'd Breast resists the Gripe, And straining hard the Statue, was afraid 1 His Hands had made a Dint, and hurt his Maid: And Parrots, imitating Human Tongue, And Singing-birds in Silver Cages hung; between: Rich, fashionable Robes her Perfon deck, Pendants her Ears, and Pearls adorn her Neck: Thus like a Queen array'd, fo richly drefs'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 facred Altars, bled: Pygmalion off'ring, first, approach'd the Shrine, And then with Pray'rs implor'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 faid, But chang'd his Words, for fhame; and only pray'd, Give me the Likeness of my Iv'ry Maid. The Golden Goddess, prefent at the Pray'r, Well knew he meant th' inanimated Fair, And gave the Sign of granting his Defire; For thrice in chearful Flames afcends 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 kiffes her white Lips, renews the Blifs, 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 feem'd, the Breast beneath his Fingers bent; He felt again, his Fingers made a Print, ?Twas Flesh, but Flesh fo firm, it rose against O 3 the Dint: The pleafing Task he fails not to renew; Then Lips to Lips he join'd; now freed from Fear, At this the waken'd Image op'd her Eyes, And view'd at once the Light and Lover, with furprize. The Goddess present at the Match she made, |