Spanish fiction -- Translations into English; Spanish poetry -- Translations into English
All the sovereign, matchless grace
Of that beauty from afar,
Which to Heaven doth us raise,
Tongue of man could not but mar,--
Let the tongue of Heaven praise,
Saying,--and 'tis not in vain--
That the soul which doth contain
Such a being for its pride,
More than aught on earth beside
Should the lovely veil attain.
From the sun she took her hair,
From the peaceful Heaven her brow,
Of her eyes the light so fair
From a radiant star which now
Shineth not when they are there;
From the cochineal and the snow,
Boldly and with might, I trow,
Did she steal their lovely hue,
For to thy fair cheek is due
The perfections that they show.
Teeth and lips of ivory
And of coral, whence a spring
Issues, rich in fantasy,
Full of wisest reasoning,
And celestial harmony;
But of marble stubbornest
She hath made her lovely breast,
Yet in truth we see that earth
Is made better by her worth,
E'en as Heaven itself is blest.
'With these and other things that I then sang, all were so charmed with
me, and especially Nisida's parents, that they offered me all I might
need, and asked me to let no day go by without visiting them; and so,
without my purpose being discovered or imagined, I came to achieve
my first design, which was to expedite my entrance into the house of
Nisida, who enjoyed extremely my bright ways. But now that the lapse
of many days, and my frequent converse and the great friendship all
that household showed me, had removed some shadows from the excessive
fear I felt at disclosing my intent to Nisida, I determined to see
how far went the fortune of Timbrio, whose only hope for it lay in
my solicitude. But woe is me! I was then more ready to ask a salve
for my wound than health for another's; for Nisida's grace, beauty,
discretion, and modesty had so wrought in my soul that it was placed
in no less an extreme of grief and love than that of hapless Timbrio.
To your discreet imagination I leave it to picture what a heart could
feel in which there fought, on the one hand, the laws of friendship,
and, on the other, the inviolable laws of Cupid; for, if those obliged
it not to go beyond what they and reason asked of it, these constrained
it to set store by what was due to its happiness. These attacks and
struggles afflicted me in such wise that, without procuring another's
health I began to have fears for my own, and to grow so weak and pale
that I caused general compassion in all that saw me, and those who
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