[5848]Multi illum petiere, illa aspernate petentes,
Nec quid Hymen, quid amor, quid sint connubia curat.
Many did woo her, but she scorn'd them still,
And said she would not marry by her will.
Nec magis Euryali gemitu, lacrymisque moveris,
Quam prece turbati flectitur ora sati.
Tu juvenem, quo non formosior alter in urbe,
Spernis, et insano cogis amore mori.
Is no more mov'd with those sad sighs and tears,
Of her sweetheart, than raging sea with prayers: