Ram, ass, and horse, my Kyrnos, we look overWith care, and seek good stock for good to cover;And yet the best men make no argument,But wed, for money, runts of poor descent.So too a woman will demean her stateAnd spurn the better for the richer mate.Money’s the cry. Good stock to bad is wedAnd bad to good, till all the world’s cross-bred.No wonder if the country’s breed declines-Mixed metal, Kyrnos, that but dimly shines.