by
Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585)
Ma plume sinon vous ne sçait autre sujet
Language: French (Français)
Ma plume sinon vous ne sçait autre sujet,
Mon pied sinon vers vous ne sçait autre voyage
Ma langue sinon vous ne sçait autre langage,
Et mon oeil ne connoit que vous pour son objet.
Si je souhaite rien, vous estes mon souhait,
Vous estes le doux gain de mon plaisant dommage,
Vous estes le seul but où vise mon courage,
Et seulement en vous tout mon rond se parfait.
Je ne suis point de ceux qui changent de fortune.
[Puis que je n'ay qu'une coeur, je]1 n'en puis aimer qu'une :
Cette une m'en vaut cent. Las ! je vous aime mieux
Que mon coeur ny que moy, et plustost que de faire
Chose qui peut en rien nostre amitié deffaire,
J'aimerois mieux mourir, tant j'aime voz beaux yeux !
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1 Maletty: "Comme un tas d'amoureux je"
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- ENG English (David Wyatt) , title 1: "My pen knows no other subject but you", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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My pen knows no other subject but you
Language: English after the French (Français)
My pen knows no other subject but you,
My foot knows no other path but to you,
My tongue knows no other language than you,
My eye recognises no other object than you.
Yet I desire nothing, you are my desire,
You are the sweet payment fro my pleasing troubles,
You are the only goal my courage aims at,
And only in you is my world perfected.
I am by no means one of those whose luck changes.
[Since I have but one heart, I]1 cannot love more than one lady;
That one is worth a hundred to me. Ah, I love you more
Than my heart or myself, and rather than do
Anything which could in any way damage our love,
I’d much rather die, so much do I love your fair eyes!
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1 Maletty: "Like heaps of lovers, I"
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This text was added to the website: 2015-01-14
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Word count: 135
