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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.

Mullidor’s Madrigal

Robert Greene (1558–1592)

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 stoned-horse was her pace:

Was ever young man so dismayed?

Her eyes, like wax-torches, did make me afraid:

Trop belle pour moi, voilà mon trépas.

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.