When Cloe's Picture was to Venus shown; <br />Surpriz'd, the Goddess took it for Her own. <br />And what, said She, does this bold Painter mean? <br />When was I Bathing thus, and Naked seen? <br /> <br />Pleas'd Cupid heard, and check'd His Mother's Pride: <br />And who's blind now, Mamma? the Urchin cry'd. <br />'Tis Cloe's Eye, and Cheek, and Lip, and Breast: <br />Friend Howard's Genius fancy'd all the rest.<br /><br />Matthew Prior<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/venus-mistaken/
