GALATEA
Scorn not my love, until it can be known
That you have one that's better of your own.
DORIS
I have no love, nor if I had, would boast;
Yet wooed have been by such as well might speed:
But him to love, the shame of all the coast,
So ugly foul, as yet I have no need.
Now thus we learn what foolish love can do,
To think him fair that's foul and ugly too.
To hear this talk, I sat behind an oak,
And marked their words and penned them as they spoke.
AD LECTOREM, DISTICHON
CUJUSDAM DE AUTORE
Lascivi quaeres fuerit cur carminis autor:
Carmine lascivus, mente pudicus erat.