Nor oils of balmy scene produce,
Nor mirror for Minerva’s use,
Ye nymphs who lave her; she, array’d
In genuine beauty, scorns their aid.
Not even when they left the skies,
To seek on Ida’s head the prize
From Paris’ hand, did Juno deign,
Or Pallas in the crystal plain
Of Simois’ stream her locks to trace,
Or in the mirror’s polished face,
Though Venus oft with anxious care
Adjusted twice a single hair.
On Pallas Bathing, From A Hymn Of Callimachus
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