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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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