“The fate of Daphnis is a fate too known, Whom an enamour’d nymph transform’d to stone; Because she fear’d another nymph might see The lovely youth, and love as much as she: So strange the madness is of jealousy! Nor shall I tell what changes Scython made, And how he walk’d a man, or tripp’d a maid. You too would peevish frown, and patience want To hear, how Celmis grew an adamant: He once was dear to Jove, and saw of old Jove when a child; but what he saw he told. Crocus and Smilax may be turn’d to flowers, And the Curetes spring from bounteous showers. I pass a hundred legends stale as these, And with sweet novelty your taste will please.”