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Poems, Songs and Love-Verses

upon several Subjects. By Matthew Coppinger

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Mount Ida.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Mount Ida.

In times of old, when Kings did not disdain
The sweet Employment of the silly Swain;
When to the Gods the rural Altar fumes
With Sacred Incense and with sweet Perfumes,
Were daily blest, and all things seem'd to be
A Paradise for Mans felicity.
Then no insulting Tyrant did molest,
Hind'ring the quiet of his Subjects rest:
But then Simplicity did crown the day,
And Innocence did every Scepter sway.
Within the Confines of vast Asia's Womb
Once was a stately City, now a Tomb;
Imperial Troy, whose stately Structures Pride
Did Egypts lofty Pyramids deride.
Rich in a King, their glory to augment,
No Stranger, but by lineal descent;
And blest with Children of such high Renown,
Which did augment the honour of his Crown;
But that this Sentence might have its Probatum,
Nihil est ab omni parte beatum.

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Whilst Paris, Priam's Son, with care did keep,
In flowry Meads, his Fathers Flocks of Sheep,
Lo, Three triumphant Goddesses, of Birth
Celestial, guide their steps unto the Earth,
VValking to view the Fields, whose Fragrant smell
The richest Indian Odours did excel.
Discordia griev'd (as 'twas her course) to see
Three potent Goddesses so well agree,
Throwing a Golden Ball before them, says,
Let her take this, whose Beauty wins the Bays.
All plead their Titles in the flowry Field,
And each unto her Rival scorns to yeild.
Till walking forward, they did soon espy
The sprightly Son of Priam, who did lye
Under a lofty Tree, whose spreading shade
Sols Radiant Beames did all in vain invade.
Between them then, to end this fatal grudge,
They all consent to make brave Paris Judge:
But when the youngster saw the glorious sight,
His Heart was straight way ravisht, and the sight
Inflam'd his generous Soul, he prostrate lyes,
He worships and adores the Deities.
Nor can he longer gaze, so great a light
Cou'd not be bore by any mortal sight.
VVhich when they see, and think upon the Prize,
They add new force and vigor to his Eyes.
To whom Queen Juno mildly did begin,
Both with applause, and promise for to win.