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Pierre de CROIX ! (1539-1614)
Des asttres tournoyans la danse coustumiere
Des asttres tournoyans la danse coustumiere
Cessera d'' embrasser du monde la rondeur,
Phebus ira la nuict, et sa nuitale Soeur
De son char brillonnant guidera la carriere.
The flame without heat, the air deprived of light,
Without firmness the earth, and the wave without coldness,
Of their estre will lose the effective vigor,
And all will go confused in the first mass.
Plustost that only one moment moves away from my heart
Ceste Beauty without Even, which holds me in languor,
Anhelanting gently to its good that I adore:
I want to have it for everything object to have it for my thinking;
Contemplate its beauties, think them, rethink them, think them, rethink
them, rethink, and contemplate again.
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