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.

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