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Richard Lovelace - Paris`s Second Judgement, Upon The Three Daughters Of My De
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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!
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