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Your eyebrow, dear, is like a charm
that draws to you life’s greatest joys.
Rounded like a bow, that brow,
or like a moon in half eclipse.
Your eye, beside it, is a pool,
all sparkle, like a…
Contributor:
Joseph Tsarfati
Places:
Rome, Papal States
(Rome, Italy)
Date:
Early 16th Century
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Why, death, do you tarry so?
Why does your chariot come so slow?
Old age has prepared for me
Every illness and complaint.
What good are my hundred years?
If such pain I undergo—
Why, death…
Contributor:
Jacob Frances
Places:
Mantua, Duchy of Mantua
(Mantova, Italy)
Date:
17th Century
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Enough of girls! I’d rather live alone
Than touch those reptiles, though they may be fair.
I’m sick and tired of wasting on the air
My strength and every penny that I own.
For once they’re mine…
Contributor:
Moses Rieti
Places:
Florence, Republic of Florence
(Florence, Italy)
Date:
Early 16th Century
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O age! Here’s something new that I have filled
With old, like fine oil in a flask.
A kind of verse to please men’s mouths and minds
I have invented for exploring love.
I provide a model of the…
Contributor:
Judah Sommo
Places:
Mantua, Duchy of Mantua
(Mantova, Italy)
Date:
16th Century
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I sinned, so Time has weighed me down with chains;
therefore I can’t attend you in your joy.
But though my chariots—my feet—are slow,
Do not refuse the wish of your anointed (Psalms 132:10).
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Contributor:
Sa‘adia Longo
Places:
Salonika, Ottoman Empire
(Thessaloniki, Greece)
Date:
End of the 16th Century