When Cloe`s Picture was to Venus shown; Surpriz`d, the Goddess took it for Her own. And what, said She, does this bold Painter mean? When was I Bathing thus, and Naked seen? Pleas`d Cupid heard, and check`d His Mother`s Pride: And who`s blind now, Mamma? the Urchin cry`d. `Tis Cloe`s Eye, and Cheek, and Lip, and Breast: Friend Howard`s Genius fancy`d all the rest.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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