Recently came across a piece of text from “The Arts of Wooing and Complementing”. Was wondering if someone could help translate these into modern english.
A kiss is but a minutes joy.
Your words are Delphian oracles.
Your wit hath too much edge.
I am a cast away in love.
You are a flame of beauty.
Sweet and delicious as the feast of love.
Sweet as the breath of lutes, or loves deliciousness.
I, like a childe, will go by your directions.
You are the rising sun which I adore.
It is a confidence that well becomes you.
I see your wit is as nimble as you tongue.
Your favours I did taste in great abundance.
Let me but touch the white pillows of your naked breasts.
Your words like musick please me.
I prize your love above all the gold in wealthy Indies arms.
Ile play at kisses with you.
Give me a naked Lady in a net of gold.
Your fingers are made to quaver on a lute, your arms to band about a ladies neck.
Your tongue is oyled ith coutrly flatteries.
You guild my praises far above my deserts.
My boldness wants to excuse.
Reward stayes for you.