For Teresa of the hillside at my praise of thee was sore; said, "You think you love an angel; it's a monkey you adore; caught by all her glittering trinkets, and her borrowed braids of hair, and a host of made-up beauties that would Love himself ensnare."
Teresa del Berrocal, yo alabándote, me dijo: ''Tal piensa que adora a un ángel, y viene a adorar a un jimio; merced a los muchos dijes y a los cabellos postizos, y a hipócritas hermosuras, que engañan al Amor mismo''.