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86 Their former Crest remains upon their Heads, And their strong Limbs an Ox's Shape invades. The blaphemous Propætides deny'd Worship of Venus, and her Pow'r defy'd: But soon that Pow'r they felt, the first that sold Their lewd Embraces to the World for Gold. Unknowing how to blush, and shameless grown, A small Transition changes 'em to Stone.

Pygmalion loathing their lascivious Life, Abhorr'd all Womankind, but most a Wife: So single chose to live, and shun'd to wed, Well pleas'd to want a Consort of his Bed. Yet fearing Idleness, the Nurse of Ill, In sculpture exercis'd his happy Skill; And carv'd in Iv'ry such a Maid, so fair, As Nature cou'd 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 strove With Modesty, and was asham'd to move. Art hid with Art, so well perform'd the Cheat, It caught the Carver with his own Deceit: He knows, 'tis Madness, yet he must adore, And still the more he knows it, loves the more: The Flesh, or what so seems, he touches oft, Which feels so smooth, that he believes it soft. Fir'd