To Méline

Poem by Jean-Antoine De Baïf Collection Loves of MélinePeriod 16th century

But to whom better could I present
These little songs, than to thee, sweet Méline,
My Erato, who the divine fury
Didst breathe in me, who made me sing them?

Thou wilt see me one time enchanting
With thy rigor the care that undermines me
Another time in thy gentle kindness
Thou wilt see me gaily content.

Here reading, the love that torments me,
Thou wilt be able to say: ah, for so long a space
I should not have abused such ardor:

Rereading there, thy favors, which I sing
Eternalizing the honors of thy face,
Thou wilt not be able, as ungrateful, to accuse me.

Jean-Antoine de Baïf

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