Poems, &c. written upon several occasions, and to several persons by Edmond Waller.
Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687.
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On the discovery of a Ladies Painting.
PIgmaleons fate reverst is mine.
His marble Love took flesh and Bloud;
All that I worshipt as Divine,
That Beauty now 'tis understood,
Appears to have no more of life
Than that whereof he fram'd his Wife.
As Women yet who apprehend
Some sudden cause of causeless fear,
Page 105 Although that seeming cause take end,
And they behold no danger near,
A shaking through their Limbs they find,
Like leaves saluted by the wind:
So though the Beauty do appear
No Beauty, which amaz'd me so;
Yet from my breast I cannot tear
The passion which from thence did grow,
Nor yet out of my fancy rase
The print of that supposed face.
A real Beauty, though too near,
The fond Narcissus did admire;
I dote on that which is no where,
The sign of Beauty feeds my fire:
No mortal Flame was e're so cruel
As this, which thus survives the fuel.