Corporis ac mentis vires in foeda profusas
Prodit in actu illud quod vocitatur amor, Volvit adusque actum periuria, crimina, caedes, Trux, ferus, immanis, saevus, egensque fide; Contemptum satias affert. Insanius idem Appetitur, donec copia facta rei, Insano tunc est odio, velut esca vorata
Cum posita in furias illa vorantis erat. Nam furit in nactis, furit in venantibus ille, Olim, hodie, posthac, immoderatus amor; Cuilibet utenti felix, tristissimus uso,
Pollicitus prae se gaudia, postque nihil. Scitque ea dum quivis, caelum vitare, venitur Per quod in hunc Erebum, scit bene nullus homo.
Non oculis aequat, fateor, mea Cynthia solem,
Curaliis impar eius in ore rubor;
Pectora prae nivibus prope dixi gilva, comaeque
Si sunt fila, eius fert nigra fila caput;
Est rosa diversis lita guttis, alba rubensque,
Quae rosa non nota est eius in ore mihi;
Est quibus unguentis fragrantius effluit aura
Quam mihi dilectae virginis ulla venit;
Eius amo voces audire, idemque sonare
Dulcius agnosco fila canora lyrae;
Divas, confiteor, spectavi nullus euntes,
Cynthia enim plantis ambulat, itque solo;
Atque Iovem testor, virgo non rarior ulla est
Vatis imaginibus ludificata novis.
Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,
As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel;
For well thou know'st to my dear doting heart
Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel.
Yet in good faith some say that thee behold
Thy face hath not the power to make love groan:
To say they err I dare not be so bold,
Although I swear it to myself alone.
And, to be sure that is not false I swear,
A thousand groans, but thinking on thy face,
One on another's neck, do witness bear
Thy black is fairest in my judgement's place.
In nothing art thou black save in thy deeds,
And thence this slander, as I think, proceeds.
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain,
Have put on black and loving mourners be,
Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.
And truly not the morning sun of heaven
Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east,
Nor that full star that ushers in the even
Doth half that glory to the sober west,
As those two mourning eyes become thy face:
O, let it then as well beseem thy heart
To mourn for me, since mourning doth thee grace,
And suit thy pity like in every part.
Then will I swear Beauty herself is black
And all they foul that thy complexion lack.
Talis es, atque in me pariter dominata puellis
Quas facit immites omnis in ore venus;
Nam fatuo huic cordi tamen es pulcherrima rerum,
Vnaque per terram, scis bene, gemma mihi.
Atque fide vera spectans non nemo negavit
Esse tibi in voltu quo caperetur amor;
Quos ego deceptos verear si dicere, semper
Id mihi iuratum est interiore sinu.
Sensaque firmantes animi, simul ora recordor
Ista tua, en, gemitus intima cordis agunt,
Post alios alii testantes candida cuncta
Iudice me nigris esse secunda tuis.
Praecipue vero factis es nigra, malusque
De facie rumor nascitur inde, puto.
Cynthia, totus amo tua lumina, meque vicissim
Conscia quam crucies illa dolere reor;
Sunt ideo pullata, suum testantia luctum,
Pulchroque intuitu commiserata meum.
Et fateor, nunquam lux matutina videtur
Eoi in glaucis tam speciosa genis;
Nec vespertinas inducens Hesperus umbras
Enitet occidui gloria tanta poli,
Quam tua pullatis facies ornatur ocellis;
O animum pariter fac decus ornet idem.
Ex animo miserere, rei si gratia tanta est,
Omnibus ut pietas partibus una regat.
Fuscam ego tum Venerem iurabo, interque venustas
Non recipi, desit cui tuus iste color.
Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
For that deep wound it gives my friend and me!
Is 't not enough to torture me alone,
But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be?
Me from myself thy cruel eye hath taken,
And my next self thou harder hast engross'd:
Of him, myself, and thee, I am forsaken;
A torment thrice threefold thus to be cross'd.
Prison my heart in thy steel bosom's ward,
But then my friend's heart let my poor heart bail;
Whoe'er keeps me, let my heart be his guard;
Thou canst not then use rigour in my gaol:
And yet thou wilt; for I, being pent in thee,
Perforce am thine, and all that is in me.
So, now I have confess'd that he is thine
And I myself am mortgaged to thy will,
Myself I'll forfeit, so that other mine
Thou wilt restore, to be my comfort still:
But thou wilt not, nor he will not be free,
For thou art covetous and he is kind;
He learn'd but surety-like to write for me,
Under that bond that him as fast doth bind.
The statute of thy beauty thou wilt take,
Thou usurer, that put'st forth all to use,
And sue a friend came debtor for my sake;
So him I lose through my unkind abuse.
Him have I lost; thou hast both him and me:
He pays the whole, and yet am I not free.
Vae tibi, vexanti per eandem, femina, plagam
Volneris infandi meque meumque simul!
Mene habeas lacerare parum, meus unus amicus
Eiusdem subeat servitiine iugum?
Me rapuisti a me pridem crudelis ocellis,
Et geminum iam me vel mage saeva rapis;
Orbus eo, te, meque vagor, perpessus in uno
Tergeminum poenae suppliciique genus.
Ferrea, corde tuo me clausum semper habeto,
Si meus accepto me vade liber eat;
Me teneat quivis, illum mihi cede tuendum,
Sic minor in me sit carceris iste rigor.
Nec fueris non dura, isto nam pectore clausi
Cogimur imperiis ipse meusque tuis.
Confiteor demum tuus est, tuus ille, puella, est,
Magna meam firmant pignora namque fidem;
Sed tradar tamen ipse, mihi si cesseris illum,
Me geminum, ac vitae spemque decusque meae.
At renues, nec se vinclis ita liberat ille,
Tu nimis es furax, ac nimis ille bonus;
Scriptum aliquod tulerat sponsor quasi noster, eumque
Continuo quae me firma catena tenet.
Iusque venustarum quodcunque est, uteris omni,
O nimium sollers vertere quidque lucro.
A vade tu nostro ius exigis; orbor et illo
Hei mihi, sic eius turpiter usus ope.
Nosque tenes ambos, illo namque omne volente
Solvere pro binis, non ego liber eo.
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