sometimes misattributed to 
Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585) and  by 
Marc-Claude de Buttet (c1530 - 1586)
De nuict, le bien que de jour je...
        Language: French (Français) 
        
        
        
        
        De nuict, le bien que de jour je pourchasse 
M’advient en songe ymage du desir
Car je sens bien ma [maitresse]1 gesir
Aupres de moy, nu à nu, face à face.
Doux soupirant coup à coup je me lasse
Sentant mes flans mignardement saisir
Et au doux point [je fondz]2 tout en plaisir,
Si doucement la folastre m’embrasse
Par cet yvoyre et ces roses mon ame
En cent douceurs et se pert et [se pasme]3
Sur son tetin du mien apprivoysé
O que de bien de plaisir de merveille
Quand la baisant je me sens rebaisé:
Mourant tout las sur la levre vermeille.
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 Confirmed with Marc-Claude de Buttet, Amalthée, Sonnet 40, 1561; and P. L. Jacob's 1880 edition.
 
1 P L Jacob's 1880 edition has "mignonne"
2 "" : "se fond"
3 "" : "s’épâme"
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At night, the delights which I purchase...
        Language: English  after the French (Français) 
        
        
        
        
        At night, the delights which I purchase by day
Come to me in dreams, reflections of my desire.
For I truly feel my [mistress]1 lying
Beside me, naked flesh against naked flesh, face to face.
Sighing softly, little by little I relax
Feeling my body gently stiffen
And at the sweet summit [I] dissolve in pleasure,
So sweetly my frisky lass embraces me.
O what ivory and what roses! My soul
Loses itself and faints in a hundred sweet ways
On her breast, laid next to mine.
What delight, what pleasure, what wonder
When kissing her I feel myself kissed back,
And die, exhausted, on her ruby lip.
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 1 for the PLJ version: "my darling"
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