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For fo it pleas'd the fates, whom lest you blame, Til tell a true tale to consirm the fame.
When in my mother's womb sull ripe I lay, Ready the sirst hour to behold the day, And she at point to be deliver'd strait, And to unlade her of her royal freight, My birth-hour was delay'd, and that fad night A searsul vision did the queen asfright. In a fon's stead, to please the aged sire, She dreamt she had brought forth a brand of sire. Frighted, she rises, and to Priam goes; To the old king this ominous dream she shows-; He to the priest; the priest doth this return, That the child born shall stately Ilium burn. Better than he was 'ware, the prophet guess'd, For lo! a kindled brand slames in my breast. To prevent fate, a peafant I was held, Till my fair shape all other swains excell'd; And gave the doubtsul world assurance good, Your Paris was derived from royal blood.
Amid the Idean sields, there is a place Remote, sull of high trees, which hide the face Of the green mantled earth, where in thick rows, The oak, the elm, the pine, the pitch-tree grows, Here never yet did browze the wanton ewe, Nor from his plot the flow ox lick the dew. The favage goat, that seeds among the rocks, Hath not graz'd here, nor any of their slocks. Hence the Dardanian walls I might elpy, The lofty towers of Ilium reared high. Hence I the seas might from the sirm land see, Which to behold,. I lean'd me on a tree.
Believe me, for I speak but what is true,
Down from the sky, with seather'd pinions, flew
The nephew to great Atlas, and doth stand,
With golden Caduceus in his hand.
This, as the gods to me thought good to show,
I hold it good, that you the fame should know.
Three goddesses behind young Hermes move;
Great Juno, Pallas, and the Queen of Love;
Who as in pomp and pride of gait they pass,
Scarce with their weight they bend the tops of grass.
Amaz'd I start, and endlong stands my hair,
When Maia's fon thus fays; Abandon sear,
Thou courteous swain, that to these groves repairest,
And fiecly judge, which of these three is fairest.
And lest I should this curious sentence shun,
He tells me by Jove's sentence all is done.
And to be judge, I no way can eschew.
This having faid, up thro' the air he flew.
I strait took heart a-grace, and grew more bold;
And there their beauties one by one behold.
Why am 1 made the judge to give this doom?
Methinks all three are worthy to o'ercome.
To injure two such beauties what tongue dare?
Or to preser cne, where they be all fo 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 os their earnest care,
And pride of beauty to be held most sair,
Seek, with large alms, and gifts of wond'rous price,
To their own thoughts my censure to entice.
Juno the wife of Jove doth sirst inchant me ",
To judge her fairest, stie a crown will grant me.
Pallas her daughters next doth undertake me;
Give her the prize, and valiant Ihe 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 (lie) these gists the conquest bear,
Combats and kingdoms are both fraught with sear.
I'll giive thee what thou lov'st best (lovely swain)
The fairest faint that doth on earth remain,
Shall be thine own: make thou the conquest mine,
Fair I æ.la's fairest daughter shall be thine.
This faid, when with myself I had devised,
And her rich gift and beauty jointly prized;
Venus the victor o'er the rest is plac'd,
Juno and Pallas leave the mount disgrac'd.
Mean time my fate a prosperous course had run,
And by known signs King Priam call'd me son.
The day of my restoring is kept holy
Among the faints days, consecrated folely
To my remembrance, being a day of joy
For ever in the calendars of Troy.
As I wi!h you, I have been wish'd by others; The fairest maids by me would have been mothers: Of all my savours, I bestow'd not any, You only may enjoy the loves of many. Nor by the daughters of great dukes and kings, Haye 1 alone been sought, whose marriage rings I have turn'd back; but by a strain more high, By nymphs and fairies, such is never die. No fooner were you promis'd as my due, But I all hated, to remember you; Waking, I saw your image; if I dreamt, Your beauteous sigure still appear'd to tempt,
And urge this voyage; till your face excelling,
These eyes beheld my dreams were all of Helen.
Image how your face should now incite me,
Being seen, that unseen did fo much delight me.
If I was fcorch'd fo far off from the sire,
How am I burnt to cinders rhus much nigherl
Nor could I linger owe myself this treasure,
But thro' the ocean I must search my pleasure.
The Phrygian hatchets to the roots are put
Of the Idean pines; asunder cut,
The wood-land mountain yielded me large sees,
Being despoil'd of all her tallest trees.
Trom whence we h; ve fquar'd ourunnumber'd beams,
That must be wasti'd within the marine streams.
The grounded oaks are bow'd, tho' stiff as steel,
And to the tough ribs is the bending keel
"Woven by shipwrights crast; then the main mast,
Across whose middle is the fail-yard plac'd,
Tackles and fails 5 and next you may discern
Our painted gods upon the hooked stern:
The god that bears me on my happy way,
And is my guide, is Cupid. Now the day
In which the last stroke of the hammer's heard
"Within our navy, in the east appear'd:
And I must now launch forth (fo the fates please)
To seek adventures in the Ægean leas.
My father and nry mother move delay,
And by intreaties would insorce tr y stay:
They hang about my neck, and with their tearrs
Woo me, deser my journey; but their sears
Can have no .power to keep me from thy sight:
And now Cafiaxitfra, sull of fad affright,
W ith loose diflievel'd trammels, madly skips,
Just in the way betwixt me and my ships:
O! whither wilt thou headlong run; she cries;
I pass the city-gates, my bark I board,