HARK how my Celia, with the choice Music of her hand and voice, Stills the loud wind, and makes the wild Incensed boar and panther mild. Mark how those statues like men move, While men with wonder statues prove. This stiff rock bends to worship her, That idol turns idolater. Now see how all the new-inspir'd Images with love are fir'd; Hark how the tender marble groans, And all the late-transformed stones Court the fair nymph, with many a tear, Which she, more stony than they were, Beholds with unrelenting mind; Whilst they, amaz'd to see combin'd Such matchless beauty with disdain, Are all turn'd into stones again. |