I no longer wish to see you,
Though I dread your absence,
Your eyes make too poor use of an absolute power,
I feel my suffering redouble:
And your heart, Phyllis, agrees with them
To make a lover unhappy.
It is too much to deliberate, I leave you, beautiful inhuman one,
Your eyes launch arrows that cause too much enduring:
They are the authors of my pain,
And your heart, Phyllis, agrees with them
To make a lover unhappy.
Michel Lambert
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