Whose face is this, Gelli, comes unmarked by sores
    pure & objecting to lifting her tunic?
whose face is this, father, no sin has marred?
    how much would she fetch from susceptible sellers?
how much more susceptible, o Gelli, to this Tethys
    this nymph of the Ocean?
nothing's worse than quick quim sellers, packages of beauty,
    nothing's so deadly so upsets the heart.