The Selling of a Soul

A poet struggling with the world's condition,

　　Prostitution of talents1 and the bondage

　　With which the bulk of men have been deceived,

　　I am not, I think, one who would say

　　That the sellingperson inflatableof the soul would give respite2.

　　But I did say to myself, and not once,

　　That I would sells my soul for your love

　　If lie and surrender were needed.

　　I spoke this haste without thinking

　　That it was black blasphemy and perversion3.

　　Your forgiveness to me for the thought

　　That you were one whoes would take a poor creature

　　Of a little weak base spirit

　　Who could be sold, even for the graces4

　　Of your beautiful face and proud spirit.

　　Therefore, I will say again now,

　　That I would sell my soul for your sake

　　Twice, once for you beauty

　　And again for that grace

　　That you would not take a sold and slavish spirit.