AMOROUS EPISTLE OF PARIS TO HELEN. Here never yet did browze the wanton ewe, This, as the gods to me thought good to shew, And lest I should this curious sentence shun, I strait took heart-a-grace, and grew more bold; grass. AMOROUS EPISTLE OF PARIS TO HELEN. Why am I made the judge to give this doom? Methinks all three are worthy to o'ercome. To injure two such beauties what tongue dare? Or prefer one, where they be all so fair? Now this seems fairest, now again that other; Now would I speak, and now my thoughts I smother And yet at length the praise of one most sounded, And from that one my present love is grounded. The goddesses, out of their earnest care, And pride of beauty to be held most fair, Seek, with large alms, and gifts of wond'rous price, To their own thoughts my censure to entice. JUNO the wife of Jove doth first enchant me; To judge her fairest, she a, crown will grant me. Pallas, her daughter, next doth undertake me; Give her the prize, and valiant she will make me. I strait devise which can most pleasure bring, To be a valiant soldier, or a king. Last VENUS smiling, came with such a grace, As if she sway'd an empire in her face: Let not (said she) these gifts the conquest bear, Combats and kingdoms are both fraught with fear. I'll give thee what thou lov'st best (lovely swain) The fairest saint that doth on earth remain Shall be thine own : make thou the conquest mine, Fair LœDA's fairest daughter shall be thine. This said, when with myself I had devised, And her rich gift and beauty jointly prized; AMOROUS EPISTLE OF PARIS TO HELEN. VENUS, the victor o'er the rest is plac'd, Among the saints days, consecrated solely As I wish you, I had been wish'd by others; The fairest maids by me would have been mothers: You only may enjoy the loves of many. I have turn'd back; but by a strain more high, Your beauteous figure still appear'd to tempt, How am I burnt to cinders thus much nigher! 1 4 |