Amour 11: To the Moone (Phæbe Looke downe) versuri

Versuri Michael Drayton – Amour 11: To the Moone (Phæbe Looke downe) lyrics

Phæbe looke downe, and here behold in mee,
The elements within thy sphere inclosed,
How kindly Nature plac’d them vnder thee,
And in my world, see how they are disposed;

My hope is earth, the lowest, cold and dry,
The grosser mother of deepe melancholie,
Water my teares, coold with humidity,
Wan, flegmatick, inclind by nature wholie;

My sighs, the ayre, hote, moyst, ascending hier,
Subtile of sanguine, dy’de in my harts dolor,
My thoughts, they be the element of fire,
Hote, dry, and piercing, still inclind to choller,

Thine eye the Orbe vnto all these, from whence,
Proceeds th’ effects of powerfull influence.