More Than a Thousand Times Than Any Earthly Gold, Poem by Pierre De Ronsard

Poem by Pierre De Ronsard Collection First Book of LovesThemes LovePeriod 16th century

More than a thousand times than any earthly gold,
I love that brow where my tyrant plays
And the vermilion of that lovely cheek,
That puts to shame the Tyrian purple.

All beauties in my eyes are nothing,
Compared to the breast that slowly shakes
Its gorget, beneath which gently knots
A little wave that Venus would call her own.

No more, no less, than Jupiter is glad,
When one of his Muses soothes him with her song,
So am I smitten by her songs,

When on her lute her fingers set to work,
And when she sings the Burgundian dance,
That she was singing, the day I was captured.

Pierre de Ronsard

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