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Helen assuredly had borne from all
The prize of beauty, the bright golden ball.
Only of you may this your kingdom boast,
By you it is renown'd in every coast:
Rumour hath every where your beaury blaz'd:
In what remote clime is not Helen prais'd?
From the bright eastern sun's up-rife, inquire,
Even to his downsall, where he flakes his sire;
There lives not any of our sex that dare
Contend with you, that are proclaim'd fo fair.
Trust me; fortiuth I speak: nay, what's most true,
Too sparingly the world hath spoke of you.
Fame that hath undertook your name to blaze,
Flay'd but the envious housewise in your praise.
More than report could promise, or fame blazon,
Are these divine persections that I g;ize on:
These were the fame that .made duke Theseus lavish,
Who in thy prime and nonage did thee ravish:
And worthy rape for such a worthy man!
Thrice happy raviflier! to seize thee then,
When thou wert stripr stark naked to the skin;
A sight of force to make the gods to sin.
Such is your country's guise, at seafons when
With naked ladies they mix'd naked men.
That be did steal thee from thy friends, I praise
And for that deed, I to the heavens will raise him.
That he return'd thee back, by Jove 1 wonder;
Had 1 been Theseus, he that should asunder
Have parted us, or fnatch'd thee from my bed,
First from my shoulders fliould have par'd my head:
80 rich a purchale, such a glorious prey,
Should constantly have been detain'd for aye.
Could these nvy strong arms possibly unclasp,
Whilst in their amorous folds they Helen grasp?
Neither by forc'd constraint, nor by free giving,
Could you depart that compass, and I living.
But if by rough inforce I must lestore you,
Some fruits or love (which 1 so long have bo'e you)
I sirst would reap, and fome sweet favour gain,
That all my suit were not bestow'd in vain.
Either with me you shall abide and stay,
Or for yourpass your maidenhead should pay:
Or fay, I fpai'd you that, yet would 1 try
What other favour I could else come by;
All that belongs to love I would not miss,
You should not let me both to clip and -kiss.
Give me your heart, fair queen, my heart you
.And what my refolution is, you know.
Till the last sire, my breathless body take,
The sire within my breast can never flake.
Before large kingdoms I preser'd your face,
And Juno's love, and potent gifts disgrace
To fold you in my amorous arms I chus'd,
And Pallas' virtues scornsully refus'd:
When they, with Venus, on the hill of Ide,
Made me the judge their beauties to decide.
Nor do I yet repent me, hiving took
Beauty, and strength, and scepter'd rule forfook:
Methinks I chus'd the best (nor think it strange)
I still persist, and never mean to change.
Only that my employment be not vain,
(Oh! you more worth than any empire's gain !)
Let me intreat: lest you my birth should scorn,
Or parentage, know, I am royal born:
By marrying me, you shall not wrong your state,
Nor be a wise to one degenerate.
Search the records where we did sirst begin,
And you shall sind the Pleiads of our kin;
Nay, Jove himself, all others to forbear
That in our stock renowned princes were.
My father of all Asia reigns fole king,
Whose boundless coast scarce any seather'd wing
Can give a girdle to; a happier land,
A neighbour to the ocean, cannot stand.
There in a narrow compass you may fee '.'
Cities and towers, more than may numb'red be;
The houses gilt, rich temples that excel,
And you will fay, I near the great gods dwell.
You shall behold high Ilium's lofty towers,
And Troy's brave walls, built by no mortal powers;
But made by Phœbus, the great god of sire,
And by the touch os his melodious lyre.
Ask if we have people to inhabit, when
The fad earth groans, to bear such troops of men;
Judge, Helen, likewise when you come to land,
The Asian women shall admiring stand,
Saluting -thee with welcome, more and less,
In pressing throngs, and numbers numberless.
More, that our courts can hold of you (most fair)
You to yourself will fay, alas! how bare
And poor Achaia is! when, with great pleasure,
You see each house contain a city's treasure.
Mistake me not, I Sparta do not scorn, I hold the land blest where my love was born: Tho' barren else, rich Sparta Helen bore, And therefore I that province must adore. Yet is youx land, metbinks, but lean and empty, You worthy of a clime that slows with plenty:
Full Troy I prostrate, it is yours by duty;
This petty seat becomes not your rich beauty.
Attendance, preparation, curt'sy, flate,
Fit such a heavenly form; on which should waif"
Cost, fresh variety, delicious diet,
Pleasure, contentment, and luxurious riot.
What ornaments we use, what fashions seign,
You may perceive by me and my proud train.
Thus we attire our men; but with more cost
Of gold and pearl, the rich gowns are imbost
Of our chief ladies; guess by what you see,
You may be soon indue'd to credit me.
Be tractable, fair Spartan, nor contemn
A- Trojan born, deriv'd srom royal stem;
He was a Trojan, and ally'd to Hector,
That waits upon Jove's cup* and sills him nectar.
A Trojan did the fair Aurora wed,
And nightly flept within her rofeat bed.
The goddess that ends night, and enters day,
From our fair Trojan coast stole him-away.
Anchifes was a Trojan* whom love's queen
(Making the trees of Ida a thick skreen
'Twixt heaven and her) oft lay with. View me well
I am a Trojan too, in Troy I dwell.
Thy husband Menelaus hither bring,
Compare our shapes, our years, and every thing:
I make you judges, -wrong me if you can;
You needs must fay, I am the properer man.
None of my line hath turn'd the sun to blood,
And robb'd his steeds of their ambrosial food.
My father grew irot from the Caucase' rock,.
Nor shall I grast you in a bloody stock.
Priam ne'er wrong'd the guiltless foul, or surther,.
Made the Myrtean sea look red with murder:
Nor thirstcth my great grandsire in the lake
Of Lethe, chin-deep, yet no thirst can flake •:<
Nor aster ripen'd apples vainly skips,
Who fly him still, and yet still touch his lips.
But what of this? if you be fo deriv'd,
Y.iu, notwithstanding, are no right depriv'd:
You grace your stock, and being fo divine,
Jove is os force compcll'd into your line.
Oh mischief! whilst I vainly speak of this, Your h .sband ill unworthy of such bliss, Enjoys y 'u this long night, enfolds your waist, And where he lists, may boldly touch and taste. So when you fat at table, many a toy Paf&th between you, my vex'd foul t' annoy. At such high seasts I wish my enemy sit, "Where discontent attends on every bit. 1 never yet was plac'd at any seast, But oft it irk'd me that I was your guest. That which ofsends me most, thy rude lord knows; For still his arms about thy neck he throws. Which I no fooner spy, but I grow mad, And hate the man whose courting makes me fad. Shall I be plain? I am ready to sink down, When I behold him wrap you in his gown; When you sit smiling on his amorous knee* His singers press where my hands itch to be. But when he hugs yon, I am fore'd to frown; The meat I'm eating will by no means down, But sticks h-alf way: amidst these discontents, I have observ'd you laugh at my laments, And with a scornsul, yet a wanton smile, Deride my sighs and groans. Oft to beguile