Has Love Then Not Been Able with a Dainty Rage

Poem by Théodore Agrippa D'Aubigné Period 16th century

Has love then not been able with a dainty rage,
From a happy misfortune, from an unhappy happiness,
To combat your sorrow, and to blend the color
Of a carnation on the lily of your white face!

It is to this whiteness that love pays homage,
It is the honor of your eyes, it is still the other honor
That smiles on your brow. But it is rather misfortune
Than happiness, for a good cannot do harm.

Diane, I know well, you are of good gold,
But it is pale, because it has not yet
Taken color in the heat of an ardent furnace.

Have pity on yourself, and as little by little
The flame reddens the gold, let love be your fire
And let me be the goldsmith, and marriage be the embers.

Théodore Agrippa d’Aubigné

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