“Here eke that famous golden apple grew,
The which emongest the gods, false Ate threw;
For which th’ Idæan Ladies disagreed,
Till partiall Paris dempt it Venus dew,
And had of her fayre Helen for his meed.”
—Spenser, Faerie Queene.
In Tennyson’s Œnone, Juno offers—
“from all neighbor crowns
Alliance and allegiance till thy hand
Fail from the sceptre-staff.”