Sic quae nigrior est cadente moro,
Cerussata sibi placet Lychoris.
So toothless Aegle seems a pretty one,
Set out with new-bought teeth of Indy bone:
So foul Lychoris blacker than berry
Herself admires, now finer than cherry.
[4974]Soon could I make my brow to tyrannise,
And force the world do homage to mine eyes.
Stultus quando videt quod pulchra puellula ridet,
Tum fatuus credit se quod amare velit: