Song
My mistress is all angel-like,
All lovely new-blown flower,
All my gracious welcome,
All my little brown-haired one,
All my sweet dainty darling,
All my heart, all my eye.
All my grace and my Charity,
All fair pearl of the choicest,
All sweet Indian perfume,
All sweet scent of Assyria,
All my sweet deception,
All my ill, all my good.
All honey, all delight,
All my little malice,
All my joy, and my languor,
All my little Angevine,
My all simple, and all fine,
All my soul, and all my heart.
Still an envious man denies me
That I ought not to love my love:
But what? If this fine envious man
Said that I did not love my eyes,
Would you think that I should leave off,
For his saying, loving my eyes?
Pierre de Ronsard
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