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That friendship which I dearer hold,
And now, farewell !-may ev'ry hour
W bo filled up* Les Bouts Rimez and desired the
Author to decide which was best.
HEN the + wife of old Jove, with the child
of his I brain, And his 8 daughter so fair, attack'd the young swain; Poor Paris was sadly bewilder'd to find, To which of the fair-ones his heart was inclin'd;
* Filling up
blank rhimes is often a trial of skill among the French; that is, the rhimes, or final words of the different lines, are given, and the remainder is to be filled up so as to make sense and poetry: + Juno.
Till at length, from his quiver, a mischievous shaft,
The praife of Madona vermilion'd his face With blushes-for want of that virtue and grace, Which her good-natur'd pen could so easily paint, Tho' the portrait was bright and original taint.
Next Laura, accomplish'd in head and in heart,
The third tuneful lady that makes up the choir,
In the name of Apollo, a sprig of green bays
ANSWER BY LAURA,
One of the Three LADIES above mentioned.
IS true that Paris was a beau,
But yet was not polite ; For he on Ida's top could show
To two bright nymphs a Night.
Three fair ones begg'd him to decide
Which was the greatest beauty-
And yet have done his duty.
To one he might have given shape,
And piercing eyes to t’other ; Then had he made a good escape,
And sav'd a mighty pother,
Minerva then had dwelt in peace,
And Juno, without passion, Have caus'd a ten years war to cease,
And fav'd old Priam's nation.
Young Damon, in a like dispute,
Took care to shun a quarrel ; He try'd each lady's taste to suit,
And gave to each the laurel.
Had one alone obtain'd the bays,
And wit's bright prize have borne, The other two, throughout their days,
The willow must have worn.