If beauty could my bosom move,
And bind my heart in chains of love,
Thy face had caused my breast to glow,
And brought me to thy footstool low.
But my heart beauty cannot bind,
Unless to wit and virtue join’d:
If thou hast these, fair nymph, I’ll be
A lover – and a slave to thee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem