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Diana of George of Montemayor

Translated out of Spanish into English by Bartholomew Yong
Yong, Bartholomew (1560-1621?)
  
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To the same Lord.
  
Don Gaspar Romani to the Authour.
  
Don Hieronymo Sant-Perez, to George of Montemayor.
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The first Booke of Diana of George of Montemayor.
  
[Haire in change what libertie]
  
[I am a louer, but was neuer loued]
  
[For a fauour of such woorth]
  
[O eies, that see not him, who look'd on yow]
  
[Syrenus, what thought'st thou when I was viewing thee]
  
A Sonnet.
  
[No more (O cruell Nymph) now hast thou prayed]
  
[How fond am I to hope for any rest]
  
[Foolish loue, ah foolish louer]
  
[Although my quiet it doth let]
  
[Shepherd, who can passe such wrong]
  
[Weepe not my dolefull eies]
  
[My life (yoong Shepherdesse) for thee]
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The second Booke of Diana of George of Montemayor.
  
[Waters that fall from top of these steepe Hils]
  
[To heare me wearied is the cleerest riuer]
  
[Goe now my thoughts, where one day you were going]
  
[Contents of loue]
  
The song of the Nymph.
  
Syrenus his song.
  
Dianas song.
  
[O grant me then this short content]
  
A Sonnet.
  
A Song.
  
[My passion (Loue) thou dost disdaine]
  
[Saie Shepherdesse, what hath depriued thee]
  
[Mistresse thou hast forgotten me]
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The third Booke of Diana of George of Montemayor.
  
Arsenius his letter.
  
A Sonnet.
  
[To see thee I lift vp my happie eies]
  
[Loue passed by me with his bowe vnarm'd]
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The fourth Booke of Diana of George of Montemayor.
  
[Well let her life that enters heere be waighed]
  
[The authours of subiections]
  
[I am Cid th' honour of Spaine]
  
[Hernand Gonçales of Castile I am]
  
[Bernard of Carpio I am]
  
[My greatest valours they shall see]
  
[I am Fonseca whose braue historie]
  
[Don Luys of Villanoua I am named]
  
Orpheus his song.
  
[Heere Lady Katherine entombed lies]
  
[Even as (O death) the Planets should remaine]
  
[First in Granada I vvas borne]
  
[If thy soft Haires be threds of shining gold]
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The fifth Booke of Diana of George of Montemayor.
  
[O vainest hopes, Alas, how many Daies]
  
[When that I poore soule was borne]
  
[Now Loue, and fortune turne to me againe]
  
The Glosse.
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The sixth Booke of Diana of George of Montemayor.
  
[I see thee iolly Shepherd merry]
  
[Passed contents]
  
[If teares cannot with tendernesse relent thee]
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The seuenth Booke of Diana of George of Montemayor.
  
[Times change and shall (as we doe see)]
  
[Sighes, since you lighten not my hart]
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THE FIRST BOOKE OF THE SECOND PART OF Diana OF George of Montemayor.
  
[Who hath of Cupids cates and dainties prayed]
  
A Sonnet.
  
[Poore I that am not now for thee]
  
A Sonnet.
  
[It may fall out the heauens may turne at leisure]
  
[The Gods graunt you to frolicke in your hall]
  
[Faire Shepherdesse Diana]
  
[The fearefull Bat that lurks in stonie wall]
  
[The open fieldes, the meadovves fresh and greene]
  
[In this greene Meade mine Eies what doe you see]
  
[I am Dianes, th' Arabian bird in beautie and in grace]
  
[Shepherds giue eare and now be still]
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The second Booke of the second Part of Diana of George of Montemayor.
  
[When I, poore wretch, of all men most accurst]
  
[Cvpid was angrie with my merry face]
  
[It is a signe of valour and of might]
  
[In each created thing]
  
[That deluge of reuengement being past]
  
[Apollo being in this heauenly ioy]
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The third Booke of the second Part of Diana of George of Montemayor.
  
[First shall these christall streames their courses backward mooue]
  
[If to my musickes skill]
  
[O World, false world, and like to hell belowe]
  
[Daughter, that in this deere]
  
[Parisiles, thy dolefull song and playning]
  
[Who comes into this place, let her take heede]
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The fourth Booke of the second Part of Diana of George of Montemayor.
  
[Phillis, my faire yoong Shepherdesse]
  
[Neuer a greater foe did loue disdaine]
  
[Neuer so true a subiect to great loue]
  
[With sorrow, teares, and discontent]
  
[Since all my fortunes are so ouerthwart]
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The fifth Booke of the second Part of Diana of George of Montemayor.
  
A Sonnet.
  
[Ah well away how firme and suer ar]
  
[Stela mine onely Goddesse, and my good]
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The sixth Booke of the second Part of Diana of George of Montemayor.
  
[Louers, record my memorie, and name]
  
[To Luztea faire I do belong, this collar can auouch it]
  
[If that a small occasion had the power]
  
[A faire maide wed to prying iealousie]
  
[If that the gentle winde]
  
[Faire Shepherdesse, what hast with greefe to fill me]
  
[Thou dost desire (My life) as thou dost say]
  
[Continuall greefe and sorrow neuer wanteth]
  
[Faire Shepherdesse, I can no more]
  
[Of mine owne selfe I doe complaine]
  
[Faustus in faith thou nill deserue]
  
[The rest is sweete to him that wearied is]
  
[Now doe I knowe at last (though to my smart)]
  
[Faustus if thou wilt reade from me]
  
[I pray thee keepe my kine for mee]
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The seuenth Booke of the second Part of Diana of George of Montemayor.
  
[Let the silence of the night]
  
[He that doth Fortune blame]
  
[All you that haue vnwoorthily complained]
  
[It fitteth not my song]
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The eight Booke of the second Part of Diana of George of Montemayor.
  
Disteus his letter to Dardanea.
  
Dardaneas answere to Disteus.
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THE FIRST PART OF ENAMOVRED DIANA, made by Gaspar Gil Polo.
  
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The first Booke of Enamoured Diana.
  
[Long haue I felt a silent paine of sorrow]
  
[That mighty Loue, though blinde of both his eies]
  
[Loue is not blinde, but I, which fondly guide]
  
[He that in freedome iets it proude and braue]
  
Prouencall Rythmes.
  
[I cannot be by Loues wrath more tormented]
  
Marcelius his letter to Alcida.
  
[O Sandie desart and drie barren meade]
  
[Now that the sunne doth hide his golden beames]
  
[The cause why that thou dost denie]
  
[End now my life, with daily paines affrighted]
  
[Ah such an one I euer was, since that]
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The second Booke of Enamoured Diana.
  
[Awake a little, light of cleerest day]
  
[Inconstant loue and cruell, which hast lately]
  
A Sonnet.
  
A Sonnet.
  
A Sonnet.
  
Filenus letter to Ismenia.
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The third Booke of Enamoured Diana.
  
[The coole fresh winde, Taurisus, that inuiting vs]
  
[Welcome thy friendes from swelling seas that rore]
  
Nereas Song.
  
[My greeuous sighes and sorrowfull teares]
  
The Song.
  
A Sonnet.
  
A Sonnet.
  
The Song of Turia.
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The fourth Booke of the third Part of Diana.
  
[The faire, the fresh, the red and rosie morning]
  
Syrenus.
  
[O eies that are not now as once tormented]
  
[Let now each meade with flowers be depainted]
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The fifth Booke of the third Part of Diana.
  
[I should haue dide, and neuer viewed thee]
  
[My soule doth leape for ioy to haue]
  
[Svch ioy I feele doth in my soule surmount]
  
[Tvrne thy faire eies (wherein my shame]
  
[Yong Shepherd) turne aside, & moue]
  
[If to belou'd it thee offends]
  
[Methinks, thou tak'st the woorser way]
  
[Since thou to me wert so vnkinde]
  
[Shepherd, why dost thou hold thy peace?]
  
A Riddle.
  
A Riddle.
  
A Riddle.
  
A Riddle.
  
A Riddle.
  
A Riddle.
  
Florisias Song.
  
[Poore Melibee of loue and hope forgot]
  
Prouençall Rythmes.
  
[Diana, Loue, and my faire Shepherdesse]

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[Ah such an one I euer was, since that]

Ah such an one I euer was, since that
My Shepherdesse so cruell I did see,
That now I knowe not who I am, nor what
My hap shall be, or shall become of mee.
I knowe right well that if I were a man,
Greefe had my life consumed long agoe:
And if a stone, I am most certaine then,
That dropping teares had melted me like snowe.
Marcelius is my name, who knowes not that?
And I am hers, since first I did her see,
That now I knowe not who I am, nor what
My hap shall be, or shall become of mee.
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