Giles Fletcher - To Licias XI lyrics

In Ida vale three queens the shepherd saw, Queens of esteem, divine they were all three, A sight of worth. But I a wonder shaw, Their virtues all in one alone to be. Licia the fair, surpa**ing Venus' pride, (The matchless queen, commander of the gods, When drawn with doves she in her pomp doth ride) Hath far more beauty, and more grace by odds Juno, Jove's wife, unmeet to make compare, I grant a goddess, but not half so mild; Minerva wise, a virtue, but not rare; Yet these are mean, if that my love but smiled. She them surpa**eth, when their prides are full As far as they surpa** the meanest trull.