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148 Warning of th' approaching Flame, Swiftly like sudden Death it came; Like Travellers by Light'ning kill'd, I burnt the Moment I beheld.

In whom so many Charms are plac'd, Is with a Mind as nobly grac'd; The Case, so shining to behold, Is fill'd with richest Gems and Gold.

To what my Eyes admir'd before, I add a thousand Graces more, And Fancy blows into a Flame The Spark, that from his Beauty came.

The Objećt thus improv'd by Thought, By my own Image I am caught. Pygmalion so with fatal Art, Polisht the Form that stung his Heart. Rh