| To see if her eyes really did deserve The reputation local shepherd spread, Regarding them in a clear pool one day Dorida Saw that it was true, and said: “Oh yes, whose beauty makes me confident Of deathless fame among our mortal kind, What treasured good, if vanished from the world, Could match the grievous ills you leave behind? I deemed, before I looked at you, how rash Those mad and love-stuck shepherds all must be Who dared to call themselves your vanquish’d slaves! But, seeing now so many charms in you, I deem those to be maddest and most lost Whom love did not at once drive to their graves.” |
| Sonnet |
| Gutierre de Cetina |