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Pallas Speech.
To whom the Goddess mildly thus, Brave Prince,
Does Juno's powerful promise so convince
Thy easie fancy to dispose the Prize?
Art thou become a Captive to her Eyes?
Can VVealth and Honour make thee to contemn
The certain gift of VVisdoms Diadem?
VVisdom gains Riches; Honour's but a slave,
A Lambent fire; our fancy more does crave.
I scorn to court thee for the Ball, yet know,
If thou on Pallas do the same bestow,
Thy VVisdom through the spacious Earth shall ring,
And Forraign Nations shall their Presents bring;
Thy Foes shall yield unto thy conquering Hand,
Nor shalt thou fear any invading Band,
Or Forraign Force, for thou alone shalt Reign
From East to West, and o're the floating Main.
Does Juno's powerful promise so convince
Thy easie fancy to dispose the Prize?
Art thou become a Captive to her Eyes?
Can VVealth and Honour make thee to contemn
The certain gift of VVisdoms Diadem?
VVisdom gains Riches; Honour's but a slave,
A Lambent fire; our fancy more does crave.
I scorn to court thee for the Ball, yet know,
If thou on Pallas do the same bestow,
Thy VVisdom through the spacious Earth shall ring,
And Forraign Nations shall their Presents bring;
Thy Foes shall yield unto thy conquering Hand,
Nor shalt thou fear any invading Band,
Or Forraign Force, for thou alone shalt Reign
From East to West, and o're the floating Main.
And ending thus Venus drew near, whose smiles
The youngster of his Senses quite beguiles;
She robs him of his Heart, and therewithal
Obtains the long'd-for prize, the Golden Ball,
For when the Prince had with a pleasing Eye
Beheld the glory of the Deity,
A sudden Joy through every Member steals,
And by his blushes he his Love reveals.
To whom the Queen of Souls, Goddess of Loves,
More sweet and gentle than her Team of Doves,
Makes her address with words so courtly mild,
As might the watchful Dragon have beguild,
Or charm'd the Brazen-footed Bulls, and made
The Sons of Tellus cease for to invade
Each others life; such was her charming Tongue,
As without Magick might make Æson young,
And bring th' Hesperian Fruit into her lap,
Force Argus hundred Eyes to take a nap.
Here Majesty and Love did well agree,
And both concur, great Queen, to favour thee.
Such charms her looks did bear, such her aspect,
When she to Parris did this Speech direct.
The youngster of his Senses quite beguiles;
She robs him of his Heart, and therewithal
Obtains the long'd-for prize, the Golden Ball,
For when the Prince had with a pleasing Eye
Beheld the glory of the Deity,
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And by his blushes he his Love reveals.
To whom the Queen of Souls, Goddess of Loves,
More sweet and gentle than her Team of Doves,
Makes her address with words so courtly mild,
As might the watchful Dragon have beguild,
Or charm'd the Brazen-footed Bulls, and made
The Sons of Tellus cease for to invade
Each others life; such was her charming Tongue,
As without Magick might make Æson young,
And bring th' Hesperian Fruit into her lap,
Force Argus hundred Eyes to take a nap.
Here Majesty and Love did well agree,
And both concur, great Queen, to favour thee.
Such charms her looks did bear, such her aspect,
When she to Parris did this Speech direct.
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