Classic Poem

By a Parson.

When the Three Charming Beauties of the Skies,
Contended Naked for the Golden Prize;
The Apple had not fall'n to Venus share,
Had I been Paris , and my Delia there.
In whom alone, we all their Graces find,
The moving Gaiety of Venus joyn'd
To Juno's Aspect, and Minerva's Mind.
View but those Nymphs whom other Swains adore,
You'll value Charming Delia still the more.
Dorinda's Mien's Majestick; but her Mind
Is to Revenge, and Peevishness inclin'd.
Myrtilla 's Fair, but yet Myrtilla 's Proud.
Cloe has Wit, but Noisy, Vain and Loud.
Melanea doats upon the silliest Things,
And yet Melanea like an Angel sings.
But in my Delia all Perfections meet,
All that is Just, Agreeable and Sweet,
All that can Praise and Admiration move,
All that the Bravest and the Wisest love.