Classic Poem

Juno

Jove sent thee Paris; what is mine ,
be safely bold;
And for that trifle I resigne
a wreath of gold.
Obey then and command, thou canst not be
Just to thy selfe, if not to me.

Pallas

Twice happy in thy choise: be wise,
ere thou dispence
This Treasure, give thy Reason eyes,
and blinde thy sence,
Thus Armes and Arts thy humble name shall raise
Alike to Wreathes of Oakes and Bayes.

Venus

She, whom all suppliants else implore
is here made thine,
And will for this a gift restore,
no lesse divine.
The best of pleasures thus enjoy, and trie,
Where Beauty Courts who can denie.

Chorus

Examine Princely Shepheard here
The Offerings which we send thee,
How for that narrow golden sphere,
Wealth, Fame, and love attend thee.
And judge by this, how large these honours be,
None to each other yeeld, yet all to thee.