Paris's Second Judgement, Upon The Three Daughters Of My De

Behold! three sister-wonders, in whom met,

Distinct and chast, the splendrous counterfeit

Of Juno, Venus and the warlike Maid,

Each in their three divinities array'd;

The majesty and state of Heav'ns great Queen,

And when she treats the gods, her noble meen;

The sweet victorious beauties and desires

O' th' sea-born princess, empresse too of fires;

The sacred arts and glorious lawrels torn

From the fair brow o' th' goddesse father-born;

All these were quarter'd in each snowy coat,

With canton'd honours of their own, to boot.

Paris, by fate new-wak'd from his dead cell,

Is charg'd to give his doom impossible.

He views in each the brav'ry of all Ide;

Whilst one, as once three, doth his soul divide.

Then sighs so equally they're glorious all:

WHAT PITY THE WHOLE WORLD IS BUT ONE BALL!