An English lady asked of an Italian,
What were the actual and official duties
Of the strange thing some women set a value on,
Which hovers oft about some married beauties,
Called “Cavalier Servente?”—a Pygmalion
Whose statues warm (I fear, alas! too true ’tis)
Beneath his art:—the dame, pressed to disclose them,
Said—“Lady, I beseech you to suppose them.”