Classic Poem

My Des-Altars, which have childhood dice
Drew water flowing over the mountain,
Where nine sisters in a cave are
Only to share their holy demeurance,
If once the loving power
You myrtle planted on the forehead,
Enamored of these beautiful eyes that are
Through your writings honor nostre France,
Have pity on my poor languor
And your heart sounds mellow
One who holds my franchise constraint.
Sometimes if I'm in Bourgoigne,
I flechiray by my verses, if I can,
Cruelty Vostre beautiful Saincte.

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The day that I was in love,
No past, as it is tasty,
Not wine, as it is delectable,
The heart is me not pleasant;
Because since the time I been taught to
Eat or drink that has me pleu.
Sadness in the soul close
Nourrist me, and not something else.
All the pleasures I estimois
While I loved her free,
Now I desestime:
Plus me is pleasant fencing,
Palm, hunting, and the ball,
But like a wild animal
I pers, to conceal my rage,
Abry in a wild cave.
The love was very strong poison
Who bewitched me the reason,
Desroba me and daring
I portoy over the face,
Making me go step by step,
Sad and pensive, low forehead,
A man who fears and dares
Rely more and no thing.
The torment that pretends to Ixion
Not approach my passion,
Better I aimerois Tantalus
Endure the fatal sentence
One year, a couple qu'estre day
To languish as unfortunate
That I have done since Cassandre
Holds my heart and wants to do.

ELEGY JANET A, PAINTER OF ROY

Avg Pein, Janet, paint me, I beg,
In this table the beauties of my love
How I shall tell you the.
I will not be unwelcome suppliray
In some art a liar for him to do:
Just if you portray the sçais
As it is, without wanting desguiser
Its natural to promote,
Because the favor is only good for those
Which are painted, and who are not beautiful.
Fay him the first ondelez hair
Tighten, twists, recrespez, annelez,
Which color represent the cedar;
Or longer, and that they feel free
In the table, if by art thou canst
After the same smell of her own hair,
Because his hair feel like florets,
When the Zephyrs in the spring esventent.
His beautiful face is split between-
Zero furrow deep stretched out,
But whether such is water navy,
When so little wind does mischievous,
And recumbent in his bed she sleeps,
Calming the waves sillez a sum death.
At the middle strike descends
A beautiful ruby ÔÇïÔÇïof which is Esclat espande
By the table, as we see at night
Shining rays of the moon shining
Above the snow at the bottom of a cast val
Trace man yet not crushed.
Fay him after his brother Sourcy voutis
On black Ebene, and ply his tortis
Crescent seems that monster by Naked
In its first month vouture retort.
Or if you've never seen the arc of Love
Pren the portrait above the demy-turn
Its curvature close demy-circle
Because the arc of love and him is one thing.
But alas! Janet, alas! I do not wot
By any means nor how you will paint
(Or even had you artifice of Apelles)
Her beautiful eyes natural grace,
Who are the vergongne estoiles of Heaven.
One being sweet and the other is angry,
That one of Mars, the other Venus yours;
That the benign all hope comes,
And cruel despair come all;
One is sorry and tearful to see,
He who as Ariadne left
Edges Die, while senseless,
Near the sea, crying to consommoit,
And Theseus in vain she nommoit;
The other is gay, as is well believable
That once had Penelope commendable
When she saw her back mary,
Having twenty years loing her staying.
Fay him after his ear tidy
Small, smooth, between white and ruddy,
That under the veil apparoisse to equal
What does a lily enclosed in a crystal,
Or a pink and qu'apparoist
Fraischement all enclosed in a glass.
But you would have done naught so beautiful
All ornament rich tone table
If you do avois screen frequency
Its very nice nose portrait painting.
Avg paint it so short ny, ny aquiline
Polished, Series, where the envious evil
When he would wish that there sçauroit resume
Itself as thou dost
Among the face and down as
In a small mountain plain hanging.
After the quick Avg paint his beautiful plays
Such complexion of the rose which ties
Above the Milk, or whitening skin
Lily fucking a blushing pink.
In the mid-portraits a dimple,
Dimple, no, but Love cache,
Where the boy's small hand
Coward hundred strokes and never one in vain,
By the right eye heart it touches.
Alas! Janet, for good paint his mouth,
Just Homer in his verses you would say
What vermilion match the pourroit,
As for the paint as it deserves,
Paint it would be necessary that a Charity.
Pein-the Avg doncq, it seems to speak,
Now often laugh now embasmer air
To know not what Ambrosian breath.
But over all it looks full fay
The sweetness of persuasion.
All around attaches milion
Sweetbreads, attractions, games, courtesies,
And two rows of beadlets selected
On an equal order instead of teeth
Politely soyent arrange it.
Pein around a Bessonne lip,
That self-Mesme by rising semonne
On Estre fucked, with the same tone
Or pink, or Coural vermeil
She blazing in Spring on espine,
Him blushing at the bottom of the sea.
Pein his chin fosselu environment
And the tip rounded pommelu
Is all as seen apparoistre
The end of a wedge which ja starts begin to grow.
Whiter than laict curd over the ring
Pein him the pass, but paint it a little long,
Hail and fleshy, and his throat Comforter
As the neck is a small longuette.
Fay after him, just a compass,
And Juno elbows and arms,
And fine fingers of Minerva, and yet
Hand equal to that of Dawn.
I wot not, my Janet, where I am,
I am confused and dumb: I can not,
As I have done, you declare the rest
Its beauties that is obvious to me.
Alas! because so many favors I ever had,
To have seen her beautiful nipples exposed.
But if we may judge by conjecture,
Persuaded reasons I answer assured
The beauty that is apparoit must
Estre similar to what we see.
Doncque paint it, and whether made me
As perfect as the other is perfect.
As well as humpback Avg esleve his breast,
Net, white, polished, wide between-open and full,
In which veins thousand rowers
Red blood tremble all full.
Then, when you have to live, discovered
Below the skin muscles and dinners,
Swelling above nouvelettes two apples,
As we see two apples verdelettes
On an orange, which encores at all
Do than time to blush after.
At highest espaules marbrines,
Pein stay divine Charity,
Love and constantly flitting
Tousjours broods and go esventant,
Thinking fly with his brother Game
From branch to branch es orchards Kythira,
A little further down, rounded mirror
All chubby, grasselet, rebounded
As He of Venus, painted her belly;
Pein his navel and a small center
The bottom of which parish more ruddy
A beautiful carnation favorites du Soleil.
Qu'attens you more? Avg portray something else
Which is so beautiful, and I dare say,
And whose hope the impatient poind me;
But I pry, do me shading point
If it estoit a veil made of silk
Light and subtle, to the end that between-Voye.
Her thighs soyent as references to turn
A full flesh, round all around,
And a rounded Terme fireworks
Which will sustain a strong royal edifice.
Like two mountains removed his knees,
Plump, fleshy, round, delicate and soft,
Below which fay him full strike
Such as were virgins Lacene,
When pressure of Eurote clinging arms
Struggling together and gettent low,
Or hunting in packs decoupled
Some old deer forests Amyclae ed.
Then, to the end-portray him Thetis
The estroits feet and beautiful little heels.
Ha, I voy! it is almost portrayed:
Another trait, yet it is done!
Leve your hands ha my God! I voy!
Although nearly so she speaks Avg.