PALLAS and VENUS. AN EPIGRAM. Matthew Prior Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T075639 Prior, Matthew, 1664-1721. Poems on Several Occasions [English poems only]. London Printed for JACOB TONSON at Shakespear's-Head over against Katharine-Street in the Strand, and JOHN BARBER upon Lambeth-Hill. MDCCXVIII. 1718 p. 98. [42],506,[6]p.: ill.; 2°.

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PALLAS and VENUS . AN EPIGRAM . The Trojan Swain had judg'd the great Dispute ; And Beauty's Pow'r obtain'd the Golden Fruit ; When Venus , loose in all Her naked Charms , Met Jove's great Daughter clad in shining Arms . The wanton Goddess view'd the Warlike Maid From Head to Foot , and Tauntingly She said : Yield , Sister ; Rival , yield ; Naked , You see , I vanquish : Guess how Potent I should be ; If to the Field I came in Armour drest ; Dreadful , like Thine , my Shield , and terrible my Crest . The Warrior Goddess with Disdain reply'd ; Thy Folly , Child , is equal to thy Pride : Let a brave Enemy for once advise , And Venus ( if 'tis possible ) be Wise . Thou to be strong must put off every Dress : Thy only Armour is thy Nakedness : And more than once , ( or Thou art much bely'd ) By Mars himself That Armour has been try'd .