Amoretti 爱情小唱

Sonnet 1

HAPPY ye leaves! when as those lilly hands,

Which hold my life in their dead doing might

Shall handle you, and hold in loves soft bands,

Lyke captives trembling at the victors sight.

And happy lines! on which, with starry light,

Those lamping eyes will deigne sometimes to look

And reade the sorrowes of my dying spright,

Written with teares in harts close bleeding book.

And happy rymes! Bath'd in the sacred brooke,

Of Helicon, whence she derivéd is,

When ye behold that Angels blessed looke,

My soules long lackéd foode, my heavens blis.

Leaves, lines, and rymes, seeke her to please alone,

Whom if ye please, I care for other none.