Not much unlike to these our women are,
Whom Nature has in dainty colours dressed;
And of our women likest are the fair,
For with much beauty virtues seldom rest.
Would Jove all women I had judged to be
Alpina-like, or, if not all, yet she!
The queen of beauty strumpet was to Mars,
Officious bawd unto lascivious Jove,
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And in her court nor virtue reigns nor love: