Chapter 8 POEM: VERSES

To the tune of the Spanish song, "Si tu senora no ducles de mi." O fair! O sweet! when I do look on thee, In whom all joys so well agree, Heart and soul do sing in me. This you hear is not my tongue, Which once said what I conceived; , With a cruel answer stung. No! though tongue to roof be cleaved, Fearing lest he chastised be, Heart and soul do sing in me. O fair! O sweet! when I do look on thee, In whom all joys so well agree, Just accord all music makes; In thee just accord excelleth, Where each part in such peace dwelleth, One of other beauty takes. Since then truth to all minds telleth, that in thee lives harmony, heart and soul do sing in me.

O fair! O sweet! when I do look on thee, In whom all joys so well agree, They that heaven have known do say, That whoso that grace obtaineth, To see what fair sight there reigneth, Forced are to sing always: So then since that heaven remainsth In thy face, I plainly see, Heart and soul do sing in me. O fair! O sweet! when I do look on thee, In whom all joys so well agree, Sweet, think not I am at ease, For because my chief part singeth; This song from deaths sorrow springeth: As to swan in last disease : For no dumbness, nor death, bringeth Stay to true loves melody: Heart and soul do sing in me.