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Anne Kingsmill Finch - The Philosopher,
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A Fond Athenian Mother brought 
A Sculptor to indulge her Thought, 
  And carve her Only Son; 
Who to such strange perfection wrought, 
That every Eye the Statue caught 
  Nor ought was left undone. 

A youthful Smile adorn`d the Face, 
The polish gave that Smile a Grace; 
  And through the Marble reigns 
(Which well the Artist`s Skill cou`d trace, 
And in their due Positions place) 
  A Thread of purple Veins. 

The Parasites about it came, 
(Whose Praises were too large to name) 
  And to each other said; 
The Man so well had reach`d his Aim, 
Th` Original cou`d o`er it claim 
  Only a native Red. 

Mean while a Sage, amidst the Croud, 
Thus, with a Precept wise and loud, 
  Check`d the Vain-glorious Boy; 
By telling him, who now grew proud, 
That tho` with Beauty `twas endow`d, 
  The Figure was a Toy: 

Of no Advantage to the State, 
`Twou`d neither combate, nor debate, 
  But idly stand alone; 
Bids him beware, whilst Men create 
In Stone thus his Resemblance great, 
  He proves not like the Stone.
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