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To a Lady who Wished to Behold Marot
By Clément Marot (14961544)
B
She loved me; then she wished to see my face:
Now she has seen me, gray, and swart of look,
Yet none the less remain I in her grace.
O gentle heart, maiden of worthy race,
You do not err: for this my body frail,
It is not I; naught is it but my jail:
And in the writings that you once did read,
Your lovely eyes—so may the truth avail—
Saw me more truly than just now, indeed.