La façon diaprée dont s'écoulent mes jours

Venus

O! where am I? in earth or heaven,

Or in the ocean, or in the fire?

What hour is this? or morn or weary even?

Do I delight to die, or life desire?

But now I liv'd, and life was death's annoy;

But now I died, and death was lively joy.

O! thou didst kill me; kill me once again:

Thy eyes' shrewd tutor, that hard heart of thine

Hath taught them scornful tricks, and such disdain,

That they have murder'd this poor heart of mine.

Adonis

Fair queen, if any love you owe me,

Measure my strangeness with my unripe years:

Before I know myself, seek not to know me;

No fisher but the ungrown fry forbears:

The mellow plum doth fall, the green sticks fast,

Or being early pluck'd is sour to taste.