Poesias
Poesias que tengo para odiarte, más te adoro?
Yo amé lo que otros han aborrecido,
no me aborrezcas tú frente a esos otros.
Por tu indecencia fui mejor amante:
amarme es lo decente de tu parte.
CLI
Love is too young to know what conscience is,
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove.
For, thou betraying me, I do betray
My nobler part to my gross body’s treason.
My soul doth tell my body that he may
Triumph in love; flesh stays no farther reason,
But rising at thy name doth point out thee
As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride,
He is contented thy poor drudge to be,
To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.
No want of conscience hold it that I call
Her ‘love’ for whose dear love I rise and fall.
CLI
Qué es la conciencia, amor lo ignora: es joven;
mas nace del amor, ¿quién no lo sabe?
No fuerces, pues, bribón, mis tropezones,