How You Are a Cicero, Poem by Pierre De Ronsard

Poem by Pierre De Ronsard Collection The MélangesPeriod 16th century

How you are a Cicero, an affected liar,
Who says there is no evil except infamy,
If you bore the one my beloved causes me,
At the very least you would say it is some misfortune.

I feel daily an eagle upon my heart,
I hear a gnawing care, which like a Fury
Devours me impatient, then you want me to say,
Deluded by your words, that evil is not pain.

You may dispute it as seems good to you,
You Philosophers, Greeks, and you Romans together,
But I believe for sure that a languorous torment

Is pain, when Love embeds it within the soul,
And that dishonor, shame, and defamation
Are no evil, compared to the torment of love.

Pierre de Ronsard

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