Satiric Reproach to a Woman Who Boasts of her Beauty
Dear Leonor, they've given you
the palm for beauty, or so you say,
but have no fear for your virtue,
that face would save you any day.

You sing your praises without qualm,
 to hear you tell it, men lose their wits:
but if they've given you the palm,
it's from the date -- for you're the pits.