The Poetical Works of Leigh Hunt/On the Laugh of Madame D'Albret
ON THE LAUGH OF MADAME D'ALBRET.
FROM CLEMENT MAROT.
Yes, that fair neck, too beautiful by half,Those eyes, that voice, that bloom, all do her honour:Yet after all, that little giddy laughIs what, in my mind, sits the best upon her.
Good God! 'twould make the very streets and waysThrough which she passes, burst into a pleasure!Did melancholy come to mar my days,And kill me in the lap of too much leisure,No spell were wanting, from the dead to raise me,But only that sweet laugh, wherewith she slays me.