A une
Damoyselle malade
Ma mignonne,
Je vous donne
Le bon jour;
Le séjour
C’est prison.
Guérison
Recouvrez,
Puis ouvrez
Votre porte
Et qu’on sorte
Vitement,
Car Clément
Le vous mande.
Va, friande
De ta bouche,
Qui se couche
En danger
Pour manger
Confitures;
Si tu dures
Trop malade,
Couleur fade
Tu prendras,
Et perdras
L’embonpoint.
Dieu te doint
Santé bonne,
Ma mignonne. |
To a Sick Damsel
My sweet
I bid you
A good day;
The stay
Is prison.
Health
Recover,
Then open
Your door,
And go out
Quickly,
For Clément
Tells you to.
Go, indulger
Of thy mouth,
Lying abed
In danger,
Off to eat
Fruit preserves;
If thou stay’st
Too sick,
Pale shade
Thou wilt acquire,
And wilt lose
Thy plump form.
God grant thee
Good health,
My sweet. |
My Sweet
Dear
My sweet dear,
I send cheer
--
All the best!
Your forced
rest
Is like jail.
So don't ail
Very long.
Just get
strong --
Go outside,
Take a ride!
Do it quick,
Stay not sick
--
Ban your ache,
For my sake!
Buttered bread
While in bed
Makes a mess,
So unless
You would
choose
That bad news,
I suggest
That you'd
best
Soon arise,
So your eyes
Will not
glaze.
Douglas prays
Health be
near,
My sweet dear. |
Fairest
Friend
Fairest
friend,
Let me send
My embrace.
Quit this place,
Its dark halls
And dank walls.
In soft stealth,
Regain health:
Dress and flee
off with me,
Clement, who
Calls for you.
Fine gourmet,
Hid from day,
Danger's past,
So at last
Let 's be gone,
To dine on
Honeyed ham
And sweet jam.
If you're still
Wan and ill,
You will cede
Pounds you need.
May God's wealth
Bless your health
Till the end,
Fairest friend. |