Classic Poem

Be hold! three Sister wonders, in whom met,
Distinct and chast, the Splendors counterfeit
Of Juno, Venus , and the warlike Maid,
Each in their three Divinities array'd!
The Majesty and State of Heav'ns great Queen,
And when she treats the gods, her noble Meen;
The sweet victorious beauties, and desires
O' th' Sea-born Princess, Empresse too of Fires;
The sacred Arts, and glorious Lawrels, torn
From the fair brow o' th' Goddesse Father-born;
All these were quarter'd in each snowy coat,
With canton'd honours of their own to boot:
Paris by Fate new-wak'd from his dead Cell,
Is charg'd to give his doom impossible.
He views in each the brav'ry of all Ide ;
Whilst one, as once three, doth his Soul divide.
Then sighs! so equally they're glorious all,
What pity the whole World is but one Ball.