Young Paris was blest just as I am this hour,
When proud Juno offer'd him riches and power,
When stately Minerva of war talk'd and arms,
When Venus beam'd on him a smile full of charms.

Venus' charms gain'd the prize, what an idiot was he!
The apple of gold I'd have parted in three;
And, contenting them all by this witty device,
Given Juno, and Pallas, and Venus a slice.