WHAT WILL THEY SAY OF YOU AND ME?

"¿Que de vos y de mi, Señora,
que de vos y de mi diràn ?”

WHAT of

you and me, my lady,

What will they say of you and me?

They will say of you, my gentle lady,

Your heart is love and kindness' throne

And it becomes you to confer it

On him who gave you all his own:

And that as now,

both firm and faithful,

So will you ever, ever be―

What of you and me, my lady,

What will they say of you and me?

They will say of me, my gentle lady,

Its darkest vengeance-had I not.
My love! what envy will pursue us,
Thus link'd in softest sympathy-
What of you and me, my lady,

What will they say of you and me?

They will say of you, my gentle lady,

A thousand things,-in praises sweet-
That other maidens may be lovely-
But none so lovely and discreet.

They will wreathe for you the crown of beauty,

And you the queen of love shall be

What of you and me, my lady,
What will they say of you and me?

They will say of me, my gentle lady,
That I have found a prize divine-
A prize too bright for toils so trifling,
So trifling as these toils of mine;

And that from heights so proud and lofty,

Deeper the fall is wont to be

What of you and me, my lady,

What will they say of you and me?

Cancionero de Amberes, 1559, p. 396.

WHO WILL PITY ME?

"Si muero en tierras agenas."

IF I in foreign lands should die,
Far from the scenes of infancy,
Who, who will pity me?

If in this exile dark and drear,
To which my fate has doom'd me now,
I should unnoticed die-what tear,
What tear of sympathy will flow?
For I have sought an exile's woe,
And fashioned my own misery:
Who then will pity me?

Then thou wilt weep-but late-for thou Art far away if I should die;

his brow,

And Death, with frowns upon
Seems calling me impatiently;
To whose fond bosom shall I fly,
For thou wilt far divided be-

Who then will pity me?

Yes! I shall die-for thou art far,
Far from my eye though near my thought,
Die where no weeping mourners are—
No mourners-none-for thou art not:
How different there thy minstrel's lot,

Far from the scenes of infancy-
Who then shall pity me?

He dealt no mercy,-where should he,
O! where should he sweet mercy seek?
He was his own heart's enemy-

O! why to him should friendship speak?
They who love's holy bondage break,
Will feel its vengeful enmity:

Who, who shall pity me?

Cancionero de Amberes, 1557, p. 399.

A TRUER LOVE AT HOME.

"Ya no quiero amores."

My love, no more to England,
To England now shall roam,
For I have a better, sweeter love,
Yes! a truer love at home.

I want no fair-cheek'd damsel there,
To bind me in love again;
To seek a cold and distant fair
Were time employ'd in vain :

So then in search of Cupid
I'll not to England roam,

For I have a better, sweeter love,
Yes! a truer love at home.

If I should visit England,

I'll hope to find them true:

For a love like mine deserves a wreath,

Green and immortal too.

But O they are proud, those English dames,

To all who thither roam;

And I have a better, sweeter love,

Yes! a truer love at home.

Cancionero de Amberes, 1555,

p.

390.