Thus you, my eyes, have taken much delight
In being the lucky objects of his sight:
But you, my heart, seeing my eyes’ pleasure,

The more you envy, the more you despair:
Let none believe that I’m ease, aware
My heart & eyes are out of measure.

– Louise Labé

translated by Richard Sieburth

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• poetrysociety.org/louise_lab_a_conversation_with_t/
• mookseandgripes.com/louise-labe-love-sonnets-elegies/