Thou scorn'st the fairest youth in all our city,
And mak'st him almost mad for love to die:
[5851]———sed nullis illa movetur
Fletibus, aut voces ullas tractabilis audit.
Whilst niggardly their favours they discover,
They love to be belov'd, yet scorn the lover.
[5852]Multi illum juvenes, multae petiere puellae,
Sed fuit in tenera tam dira superbia forma,
Nulli illum juvenes, nullas petiere puellae.
Young men and maids did to him sue,