Stay, lovely youth, delay thy choice - John Eccles: The judgement of Paris
Stay, lovely Youth, delay thy Choice; Take heed lest empty Names enthrall thee; Attend to Cytherea's voice; Lo! I who am Love's Mother call thee.
Far from thee be anxious Care, And racking Thoughts that vex the Great: Empire's but a guilded Snare, And fickle is the Warriour's Fate, One only Joy Mankind can know, And Love alone can that bestow.