Behold! three sister-wonders, in whom met,
Distinct and chast, the splendrous
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 desiresO' th' sea-born princess, empresse too of fires;
The sacred arts and glorious lawrels
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:
AT
TY
HE
LE
LD IS
UT
NE
LL!
