Doris

I have no love, nor if I had, would boast; Yet wooed have been by such as well might speed: But him to love, the shame of all the coast, So ugly foul, as yet I have no need. Now thus we learn what foolish love can do, To think him fair that's foul and ugly too.

To hear this talk, I sat behind an oak, And marked their words and penned them as they spoke.