To Matilda and Emily-Jane

TWO BEAUTIFUL Sisters , D AUGHTERS OF MY C OUSIN F RANCES .

W ERE young Paris again to determine his prize,
And were you to solicit by tempting his eyes,
In a fit of despair, at the puzzling view,
He 'd have taken the apple — and cut it in two .
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