Classic Poem

Worms between Homer-leus adventure
Either by fate or by meeting per lot,
For me sing with one accord
Guarison the torment that I endure.
These old Barbus that future thing
Features, hands, face and port
Predicting will announce consolation
The passions of my pain so hard.
Mesme the night the the somne ÔÇïÔÇïthat puts you
Fresh in my bed, It bodes promises me
I verray your fiertez softened,
And you only oracle of love,
Verifirez in my arms one day
The fatal arrest of so many prophecies.

MADRIGAL

A fool my Vulcan Cyprine faschoit:
She tearfully that his wrath will cele,
The one eye cocked a spark,
Another water on her cheek epanchoit.
While Love, which is small concealed
Like a bird in the heart of the beautiful,
In wet bathing his eye was going to wing
Then the fervent feathers sechoit it.
Thus we see a diverse face
Laugh and cry all in one time Mesme
Doubtfully the sun of spring,
When a half-naked through it.
What mourning together and what a pleasure it estoit
To see his gesture, and tears it pays
Regretful that Heaven escoutoit?