And jest with you as you have done, For light's the love that quickly won." "Kind, and fair-sweet, once believe me; Jest I did but not to grieve thee. Court I did, but did not love; All my speech was you to prove. Words and sighs and what I spent, In show to her, to you were meant. Fond I was your love to cross; Jesting love oft brings this loss. Forget this fault, and love your friend, Which vows his truth unto the end." "Content," she said, "if this you keep." Thus both did kiss, and both did weep. For women long they cannot chide, As I by proof in this have tried. A DIALOGUE BETWIXT TWO SEA-NYMPHS DORIS AND GALATEA CONCERNING POLPHEMUS; BRIEFLY TRANSLATED OUT OF LUCIAN The sea-nymphs late did play them on the shore, And smiled to see such sport was new begun, A strife in love, the like not heard before, Two nymphs contend which had the conquest won. Doris the fair with Galate did chide; She liked her choice, and to her taunts replied. DORIS Thy love, fair nymph, that courts thee on this plain, As shepherds say and all the world can tell, Is that foul rude Sicilian Cyclop-swain; A shame, sweet nymph, that he with thee should mell. GALATEA Smile not, fair Doris, though he foul do seem, Let pass thy words that savour of disgrace; He's worth my love, and so I him esteem, Renowned by birth, and come of Neptune's race, Neptune that doth the glassy ocean tame, Neptune, by birth from mighty Jove which came. DORIS I grant an honour to be Neptune's child, A grace to be so near with Jove allied. But yet, sweet nymph, with this be not beguiled; Where nature's graces are by looks decried, So foul, so rough, so ugly as a clown, And worse than this, a monster with one eye! Foul is not graced, though it wear a crown, But fair is beauty, none can that deny. GALATEA Nor is he foul or shapeless as you say, Or worse; for that he clownish seems to be, Rough, satyr-like, the better he will play, And manly looks the fitter are for me. His frowning smiles are graced by his beard, His eye-light, sun-like, shrouded is in one. This me contents, and others make afeard. He sees enough, and therefore wanteth none. DORIS Nay, then I see, sweet nymph, thou art in love, And loving, dotes; and doting, dost commend Foul to be fair; this oft do lovers prove; I wish him fairer, or thy love an end. GALATEA