The crippled artist moulds the temper’d clay:
By Jove’s design a maid’s coy image rose:
[36]The zone, the dress, Minerva’s hands dispose:
Adored Persuasion, and the Graces young,
[37]With chains of gold her shapely person hung:
Round her smooth brow [38]the beauteous-tressed Hours
A garland twined of spring’s purpureal flowers:
The whole, Minerva with adjusting art
Forms to her shape and fits to every part.
Last by the counsels of deep-thundering Jove,