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Bien qu’à grand tort il te plaist d’allumer Dedans mon coeur, siège à ta seigneurie, Non d’une amour, ainçois d’une Furie Le feu cruel pour mes os consumer, L’aspre tourment ne m’est point si amer, Qu’il ne me plaise, et si n’ay pas envie De me douloir, car je n’aime ma vie, Sinon d’autant qu’il te plaist de l’aimer. Mais si les cieux m’ont faict naistre, Madame, Pour estre tien, ne gesne plus mon ame, Mais prends en gré ma firme loyauté. Vaut-il pas mieux en tirer du service, Que par l’horreur d’un cruel sacrifice L’occire aux pieds de ta fière beauté ?
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Text Authorship:
- by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585), no title [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Anthoine de Bertrand (1540? - 1581?), "Bien qu’à grand tort il te plaist d’allumer", 1576, published 1578 [ vocal quartet a cappella ], from Les Amours de Pierre de Ronsard à 4 parties, Livre 1, no. 6 [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Pierre Certon (c1510 - 1572), "Bien qu’à grand tort il te plaist d’allumer" [sung text checked 1 time]
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- ENG English (David Wyatt) , copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2014-10-25
Line count: 14
Word count: 102
Although, a great wrong, it pleases you to light Within my heart, the seat of your rule, Not the fire of love, so much as the cruel fire Of a Fury, to consume my bones: That harsh torment is in no way so bitter That it does not please me, and I even wish To be unhappy; for I do not love my life Except so far as you please to love it. But if Heaven had me born, my Lady, To be yours, no longer trouble my soul But willingly accept my fixed loyalty. Is it not worth more to take its service Than through the horror of a brutal sacrifice To slay it at the feet of your proud beauty ?
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- a text in French (Français) by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585), no title
This text was added to the website: 2014-10-25
Line count: 14
Word count: 122
