Amour 30: Three Sorts of Serpents versuri

Versuri Michael Drayton – Amour 30: Three Sorts of Serpents lyrics

Three sorts of serpents doe resemble thee;
That daungerous eye-killing Cockatrice,
Th’ inchaunting Syren, which doth so entice,
The weeping Crocodile; these vile pernicious three.

The Basiliske his nature takes from thee,
Who for my life in secret wait do’st lye,
And to my heart send’st poyson from thine eye:
Thus do I feele the paine, the cause yet cannot see.

Faire-mayd no more, but Mayr-maid be thy name,
Who with thy sweet aluring harmony
Hast playd the thiefe, and stolne my hart from me,
And, like a Tyrant, mak’st my griefe thy game.

The Crocodile, who, when thou hast me slaine,
Lament’st my death with teares of thy disdaine.