Diana of George of Montemayor Translated out of Spanish into English by Bartholomew Yong |
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[Faire Shepherdesse Diana]
Faire
Shepherdesse Diana,
Where dost thou now thy figure hide,
More bright then cleere Diana,
When to her full course she is hide.
Where dost thou now thy figure hide,
More bright then cleere Diana,
When to her full course she is hide.
Venus, the Goddesse faire,
Of beauties all the soueraine,
Wonders at this affaire,
That now her beauties doe not raine.
Of beauties all the soueraine,
Wonders at this affaire,
That now her beauties doe not raine.
A sunnie beame thou art,
And who beholdes thy heauenly dies,
Thou wound'st with natures art,
And wounded, in his passions dies.
And who beholdes thy heauenly dies,
Thou wound'st with natures art,
And wounded, in his passions dies.
Thou art a Dimond well,
From whence sweete liquor floweth fast,
Ambrosium thou art well,
From which mine eies shall neuer fast.
From whence sweete liquor floweth fast,
Ambrosium thou art well,
From which mine eies shall neuer fast.
Each thing in thee thou hast
To make thee perfect in each part,
If now thou would'st but haste
To pitie, not my soule to part.
To make thee perfect in each part,
If now thou would'st but haste
To pitie, not my soule to part.
This wager will I beare,
And lay, Thou wantest not an ounce,
More cruell then a Beare
To be, or Tygre, or an Ounce.
And lay, Thou wantest not an ounce,
More cruell then a Beare
To be, or Tygre, or an Ounce.
Cruell thou art in praying,
For thee I burne, as flames in Kill,
Those that to thee are praying
For mercie, thou dost scorne and kill.
For thee I burne, as flames in Kill,
Those that to thee are praying
For mercie, thou dost scorne and kill.
My soule thine absence teares,
And giues vnto the same againe
Torments, my torments teares,
(Teares that doe make so small a gaine.)
And giues vnto the same againe
Torments, my torments teares,
(Teares that doe make so small a gaine.)
More bitter then the gall,
Thy absence is, or Sallow wan,
With sorrow it doth gall
My hart, and makes me pale and wan.
Thy absence is, or Sallow wan,
With sorrow it doth gall
My hart, and makes me pale and wan.
In beautie not a peere
Thou hast, for it exceedes the rest,
But where it doth appeere,
Thy crueltie there giues no rest.
Thou hast, for it exceedes the rest,
But where it doth appeere,
Thy crueltie there giues no rest.
O what a foole am I
To wish to see her in this plaine,
That from her mouth an (I)
Will not afford, but (No) so plaine.
To wish to see her in this plaine,
That from her mouth an (I)
Will not afford, but (No) so plaine.
No paine I doe deserue
For words, hauing worse deeds essai'd
For whom Loue thus doth serue,
It is not much this to haue said.
For words, hauing worse deeds essai'd
For whom Loue thus doth serue,
It is not much this to haue said.
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If that thou mean'st to seale
Thy crueltie in deedes to leaue,
How can I then conceale
The same in song among these leaues?
Thy crueltie in deedes to leaue,
How can I then conceale
The same in song among these leaues?
Faire Shepherdesse, who bad
Thee flie from me? If thou dost waigh,
So base a thing, and bad,
Deserues not glory any way.
Thee flie from me? If thou dost waigh,
So base a thing, and bad,
Deserues not glory any way.
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