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Diana of George of Montemayor

Translated out of Spanish into English by Bartholomew Yong
  

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[I see thee iolly Shepherd merry]
  
  
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[I see thee iolly Shepherd merry]

I see thee iolly Shepherd merry,
And firme thy faith and sound as a berry.
Loue gaue me ioy, and fortune gaue it,
As my desire could wish to haue it.
What didst thou wish, tell me (sweete louer)
Whereby thou might'st such ioy recouer?
To loue where loue should be inspired,
Since there's no more to be desired.
In this great glory, and great gladnes,
Think'st thou to haue no touch of sadnes?
Good fortune gaue me not such glory,
To mocke my loue, or make me sorie.
If my firme loue I were denying,
Tell me, with sighes would'st thou be dying?
Those wordes in iest to heare thee speaking,
For very greefe my hart is breaking.
Yet would'st thou change, I pray thee tell me,
In seeing one, that did excell me?
O noe, for how can I aspire,
To more then to mine owne desire.
Such great affection dost thou beare me
As by thy wordes thou seem'st to sweare me?
Of thy deserts, to which a detter
I am, thou maist demaund this better.
Sometimes me thinkes, that I should sweare it,
Sometimes me thinkes, thou should'st not beare it.
Onely in this, my hap doth greeue me,
And my desire, not to beleeue me.

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Imagine that thou dost not loue mine,
But some braue beautie that's aboue mine.
To such a thing (sweete) doe not will me,
Where faining of the same doth kill me.
I see thy firmnes gentle louer,
More then my beautie can discouer.
And my good fortune to be higher
Then my desert, but not desier.