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NEVER TOO LATE: MULLIDOR'S MADRIGAL, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Dildido, dildido
Last Line: Trop belle pour moi, voilà mon trépas!
Variant Title(s): Love
Subject(s): French Language; Love


DILDIDO, dildido,
O love, O love,
I feel thy rage rumble below and above!

In summer-time I saw a face,
Trop belle pour moi, hélas, hélas!
Like to a ston'd-horse was her pace:
Was ever young man so dismay'd?
Her eyes, like wax-torches, did make me afraid:
Trop belle pour moi, voilà mon trèpas.

Thy beauty, my love, exceedeth supposes;
Thy hair is a nettle for the nicest roses.
Mon dieu, aide moi!
That I with the primrose of my fresh wit
May tumble her tyranny under my feet:
Hé donc je serai un jeune roi!
Trop belle pour moi, hélas, hélas!
Trop belle pour moi, voilà mon trépas!





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