Pocula Castalia The Authors Motto. Fortunes Tennis-Ball. Eliza. Poems. Epigrams. &c. By R. B. [i.e Robert Baron] |
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To Eliza with my Apology for Paris.
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To Eliza with my Apology for Paris.
See! (Sweet) the Trojan Prince is come
To you t'attend his finall doome,
His judgement oft hath Judged been,
And controverted Pro and Con,
But if you please t'allow it just
He'l henceforth scorne each Criticks gust.
And from your mouth our Oracle
Wee'l him Loves Minos ever call.
To you t'attend his finall doome,
His judgement oft hath Judged been,
And controverted Pro and Con,
But if you please t'allow it just
He'l henceforth scorne each Criticks gust.
And from your mouth our Oracle
Wee'l him Loves Minos ever call.
If my soft Muse you think rän low
In blazing Cypria, and I show
But a pale shadow of her worth,
Alas! tis' cause I drew it forth
Before your eye beames did inspire
My fancy with Idalian fire.
If this I said for th'Queen of Love
What had I said if you had strove?
In your behalfe? but (fairest) then
No Argument had needed been,
The least glance of your conquering eyes
Had made the youth lay Beauties prize
And's Heart too, at your feet, without
Which to prefer the smallest doubt;
And then he had not needed mee
To coyne him this Apologie.
Such choice even Cato had approv'd,
And Cæsar for it had him lov'd.
For this I'l prove, with smal expence of wit,
Venvs gat Beauties prize, you merit it.
In blazing Cypria, and I show
But a pale shadow of her worth,
Alas! tis' cause I drew it forth
Before your eye beames did inspire
My fancy with Idalian fire.
If this I said for th'Queen of Love
What had I said if you had strove?
In your behalfe? but (fairest) then
No Argument had needed been,
The least glance of your conquering eyes
Had made the youth lay Beauties prize
And's Heart too, at your feet, without
Which to prefer the smallest doubt;
And then he had not needed mee
To coyne him this Apologie.
Such choice even Cato had approv'd,
And Cæsar for it had him lov'd.
For this I'l prove, with smal expence of wit,
Venvs gat Beauties prize, you merit it.
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