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.

prae nivibus

CXXX
Non oculis aequat, fateor, mea Cynthia solem,

Curaliis impar eius in ore rubor;
Pectora

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 facé 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.

CXXXII 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.

CXXXII
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.

CXXXIV
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.

CXXXIV
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.