Classic Poem

From the first part of the Rime of 'Dear Author collected by Sebastiano in Venice for Combi 1610.

When Phoebus King Fereo
Woolly sheep pastured,
For temprar the 'offender banishment
Even with harmonious notes
Alma lyre he composed.
And on the waterfront in Anfriso
At the pleasure of the 'sounds heard
All the Ciel is sweetened,
Nor for the mountains, nor for litigation
Fur barking, mooing or fur. -
A 'its courses put the brake
The 'wave Allor the clear river,
And the 'Auretta in a clear sky
Obbliando his costume
Knew not blink feathers.
Discendean from 'high piagge
On the Ropes flattering
And the Nymphs Herms and wild
And the Nymphs plumber
On the Ropes flattering.
The 'Dive least sen veiled
Sol shiny ornament,
And the face wreathed
Struggled to Concento
Also in the dance 's foot silver.
And that God's dear silver
Ropes at least blessed
Ranged the beautiful Concento
The Nymphs garlanded;
And sol d 'gold sen veiled.
Then, when the United tornossi
Of gold stars serene,
And left that noble wood
For comfort below the penis
Egre the lives and earthly.
Or, Santin, between your fingers,
Well yes and awakens the core,
Ch 'in danzar always n' invites
Done in all the earth 'hours
Messengers of sweet love.
You rasciughi the hot tears,
Accompany the ardent prayers,
Racconsoli in lovers
The cor won by the torments
Among the bright yearnings
But if you already do not leave in vain
The fervor of 'my vows,
Not to weary the noble hand
Above cases or sweets, or rei
De gl 'incendj Dionei,
Great in arms around 'fields
The Meuse an adverse time,
More among the clouds, most between the flashes
People dispersed to the far right
Subjugating the Sea of ÔÇïÔÇïAntwerp.