To see if her eyes really did deserve
the reputation local shepherds spread,
regarding them in a clear pool one day
Dorida saw that it was true, and said:
"Oh eyes, whose beauty makes me confident
of deathless fame among our mortal kind,
what treasured good, if vanished from the world,
could match the grievous ills you leave behind?
I deemed, before I looked at you, how rash
those mad and love-struck shepherds all must be
who dared to call themselves your vanquished slaves!
But, seeing now so many charms in you,
I deem those to be maddest and most lost
whom love did not at once drive to their graves."
Gutierre de Cetina (1519-1554)
©David Hildner, 2000
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