His statue was a rude stone or post, set in the ground to mark the boundaries of fields. […] He was a sculptor, and had made with wonderful skill a statue of ivory, so beautiful that no living woman came anywhere near it. […] When he returned home, he went to see his statue, and leaning over the couch, gave a kiss to the mouth. […] The figure of the mother clasped by the arm of her terrified child, is one of the most admired of the ancient statues. […] Icarius urged her no further, but when she was gone erected a statue to Modesty on the spot where they parted.