The beautiful tit

Clément Marot
Perfect tit, white as an egg,
Satin tit made, new satin,
Tit that the rose is ashamed of,
Theta better than anything you dream of,
Hard tit, neither tit, but anyway
Comparable to ivory ball,
And in the center of which is only
A strawberry or cherry ruby
That nobody sees or touches for now,
But I bet it is just as I sing it:
Simonetta Vespucci, Pietro di Cosimo. ç. 1520
Beak tit because so red
That seems quiet for now,
Whether she runs or walks,
Whether she leaves or skips:
Theta on the left, so clumsy,
Always away from your partner,
Theta you are a witness and live image
Of such composure of the character
That just seeing you as I see you
This desire is born within the hands
From all palpate and own:
But I have to stop myself
Too close, because I do not doubt
After that desire another one came up …
O tit neither modest nor showy,
Mature tits, appetizing tits,
Theta that night and day I hear scream:
“Quickly marry me, I want to marry!”
Justly, happy to say
He who will fill you with milk,
Making of a maiden tit
Entirely beautiful tit.
– “De Clément Marot a Louise Labé”/David Mourão-Ferreira (tradução). in: Revista Colóquio/Letras. Ensaio, n.º 168/169, Jul. 2004, p. 55-61.
.