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That friendship which I dearer hold,
Than silver heaps or shining gold.

And now, farewell !-may ev'ry hour
Fresh happiness on Laura poạr-
Whether in sacred wedlock join'd,
Or to the Vestal state inclin'd;
May constant joys before her rise,
Till, for low earth, she gains the skies !

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W bo filled up* Les Bouts Rimez and desired the

Author to decide which was best.

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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;

Till

* 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.

Venus.

I Pallas.

Till at length, from his quiver, a mischievous shaft,
Little Cupid produc'd—at which the boy laugh’d-
Then gave it to Venus, who straight let it fly,
And sudden as light’ning reach'd Paris's eye;
For the queen of sweet smiles the shepherd then

sighs,
And yields to bright Venus the laurel and prize.
Thus Damon was smitten with rapture and joy
When your contest, fair ladies, his thoughts did

employ,

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,
Fair daughter of Clio produc'd her sweet art,
Apollo himself, I fancy, with zeal,
Would wish to imprint the poetical feal.

The third tuneful lady that makes up the choir,
Entranc'd my poor brain, and my heart set on fire
Ah, Clara! I fear the arrow of Cu',
Instead of the muse's soft weapon you drew;
Or why through my breast do such ecstacies roll,
And the throbs of fweet pallion beat high in my
soul.

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In the name of Apollo, a sprig of green bays
I grant to each lady for her witty lays.

ANSWER BY LAURA,

One of the Three LADIES above mentioned.

1.

'T'S

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.

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Three fair ones begg'd him to decide

Which was the greatest beauty-
He might have footh'd each lady's pride

And yet have done his duty.

III.

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,

IV. Minerva

IV.

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.

V.

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.

VI.

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.

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