Diana of George of Montemayor Translated out of Spanish into English by Bartholomew Yong |
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Syrenus his song.
A farewell
they departure call,
That loues delight did neuer knowe,
But that that endes with life and all,
I terme a greefe and endlesse woe.
That loues delight did neuer knowe,
But that that endes with life and all,
I terme a greefe and endlesse woe.
God graunt therefore that all that space
My lingring life I might sustaine,
Vntill I see againe the place
Where my true hart doth still remaine.
My lingring life I might sustaine,
Vntill I see againe the place
Where my true hart doth still remaine.
For onely thinking to depart,
The thought doth make me so afraid,
That it must kill my trembling hart
With force of such great greefe apaid.
The thought doth make me so afraid,
That it must kill my trembling hart
With force of such great greefe apaid.
Syrenus did these verses sing,
And on his Rebecke sweetely play,
So far from ioy or ioyfull thing,
And from contentment any way:
That he could not pronounce his minde
For weeping, which was left behinde.
And on his Rebecke sweetely play,
So far from ioy or ioyfull thing,
And from contentment any way:
That he could not pronounce his minde
For weeping, which was left behinde.
And now bicause he would not be
In fault, (if that his greefe and paine
The accents and the verse, which he
Pronounc't, did hinder or restraine)
That which his willing minde did let,
His hart to end did not forget.
In fault, (if that his greefe and paine
The accents and the verse, which he
Pronounc't, did hinder or restraine)
That which his willing minde did let,
His hart to end did not forget.
But after that the Shepherd had
With moornefull voice these verses soong,
He sawe Diana come so sad,
And yet so faire, so fresh and yong,
That where she cast her starlike eies,
With colours braue the meades she dies.
With moornefull voice these verses soong,
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And yet so faire, so fresh and yong,
That where she cast her starlike eies,
With colours braue the meades she dies.
Her face as faire and fresh as flower,
And yet so sorrowfull againe,
That none could iudge at that same hower,
Whether her greefe and inward paine,
Or her braue beautie did surpasse?
In her so faire, and sad (alas.)
And yet so sorrowfull againe,
That none could iudge at that same hower,
Whether her greefe and inward paine,
Or her braue beautie did surpasse?
In her so faire, and sad (alas.)
Thus comming many a time she staide,
Casting vnto the ground her eies,
So comfortlesse and so dismade,
And sometimes vp into the skies,
That there they hung with greefe in steede
Of two bright stars, like stars in deede.
Casting vnto the ground her eies,
So comfortlesse and so dismade,
And sometimes vp into the skies,
That there they hung with greefe in steede
Of two bright stars, like stars in deede.
Saying with greater greefe of minde
(Then humane thought can once conceaue)
Since such annoy in ioy I finde:
From this day (loue) well maist thou leaue
Thy ioies vnto thy selfe to keepe,
And me, to feede no more but sheepe.
(Then humane thought can once conceaue)
Since such annoy in ioy I finde:
From this day (loue) well maist thou leaue
Thy ioies vnto thy selfe to keepe,
And me, to feede no more but sheepe.
The cause of all her greefe and woe,
Which she by absence wrong did feare,
There did she very cleerely showe,
And if she wasted many a teare,
Aske but those blasing eies, which still
With passions did Syrenus kill.
Which she by absence wrong did feare,
There did she very cleerely showe,
And if she wasted many a teare,
Aske but those blasing eies, which still
With passions did Syrenus kill.
If that her loue had euer peere,
Her goodnes there hid not the same:
And if that absence cost her deere,
Or feared her before it came,
This song aboue each other thing
Can tell, which she with teares did sing.
Her goodnes there hid not the same:
And if that absence cost her deere,
Or feared her before it came,
This song aboue each other thing
Can tell, which she with teares did sing.
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