Classic Poem

Pamphilia hath a number of good arts,
Which commendation to her worth imparts;
But, above all, in one she doth excel,
That she can paint incomparably well;
And yet so modest, that if prais'd for this,
She'll swear she does not know what painting is,
But straight will blush with such a portrait grace,
That one would think vermilion dyed her face.
One of her pictures I have ofttimes seen,
And would have sworn that it herself had been;
And when I bade her it on me bestow,
I swear I heard the picture's self say—No!
What! think you this a prodigy? 'tis none—
The Painter and the Picture both were one!