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On a Lady's Statue in Marble.
From the SPANISH.
How lively, by the dext'rous Sculptor's Hand,
Does Cloe's Image in this Marble stand!
The Artist here imploy'd a greater Care
Than Nature did, when first she form'd the Fair:
She her white Lustre gave, and frozen Breast,
And he has both with utmost Skill exprest:
Her, Nature fram'd as her most finish'd Piece;
She's fashion'd here with no less Artifice.
But Nature, who the Fair for Love design'd,
Lookt out Materials of the softest Kind,
And made her of a Mold the most refin'd.
The Sculptor saw the Nymph for whom he burn'd,
By her own Rigour into Marble turn'd,
By no Tears soft'ned, by no Pity warm'd,
And made her of that Rock, to which she was transform'd.
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