Treasure Island

Jean Antoine de Baif

(19 February 1532 – 19 September 1589 / Venice)

Haute beauté dans une humble pucelle


Haute beauté dans une humble pucelle,
Un beau parler plein de grave douceur,
Sous blondz cheveux un avantchenu cueur,
Un chaste sein ou la vertu se cele :

En corps mortel une grace immortelle,
En douceur fiere une douce rigueur,
Eu sage esprit une gaye vigueur,
En ame simple une sage cautele :

Et ces beaux yeux mouveurs de mes ennuis,
Yeux suffisants pour eclersir les nuitz,
Qui font sentir aux plus transis leur flame,

Sont les larrons (et point je ne m'en deux)
Qui, me guettans au passage amoureux,
Au depourveu me ravirent mon ame.

Submitted: Friday, May 11, 2012

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