De Fortune me doi pleindre et loer
Language: French (Français)
De Fortune me doi pleindre et loer,
Ce m'est avis, plus qu'autre creature;
Car quant premiers encommencay l'amer,
Mon cuer, m'amour, ma pensée, ma cure
Mist si bien à mon plaisir
Qu'à souhaidier peüsse je faillir,
N'en ce monde ne fust mie trouvée
Dame qui fust si tres bien assenée.
Car je ne puis penser n'imaginer
Ne dedens moy trouver qu'onques Nature
De quanqu'on puet bon et bel appeller
Peüst faire si parfaite figure
De celui ou mi desir
Sont et seront à tous jours sans partir;
Et pour ce croy qu'onques mais ne fut née
Dame qui fust si tres bien assenée.
Lasse! or ne puis en ce point demourer,
Car Fortune qui onques n'est seüre
Sa roe veut encontre moy tourner
Pour mon las cuer mettre à disconfiture.
Mais en foy, jusqu'au morir
Mon dous amy vueil amer et cherier,
Qu'onques ne dut avoir fausse pensée
Dame qui fust si tres bien assenée.
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- ENG English (David Wyatt) , title 1: "Fortune I must both complain of and praise", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Fortune I must both complain of and praise
Language: English after the French (Français)
Fortune I must both complain of and praise,
More than any other created thing; that is my view.
For when first I began to love him –
My heart, my love, my thoughts, my care –
[Fortune] arranged it so well for my pleasure
That even if I could have failed in desiring,
Never in this world would there have been found
A lady who had gained so much.
For I cannot think or imagine
Nor within myself find that ever Nature
From all that one could call good and fair
Could make so perfect a form
As his on whom my desires
Are and will be, forever without ending;
And therefore I believe that never before was born
A lady who had gained so much.
Alas! yet I cannot stay in this place,
For Fortune who is never sure
Chooses to turn her wheel against me
To bring my sad heart into distress.
But in faith, until I die
I want to love and cherish my sweet love,
For never ought have an untrue thought
A lady who had gained so much.
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