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.<br /><br />William Cowper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-pallas-bathing-from-a-hymn-of-callimachus/
