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