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Català - Castellano / Lute

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If music and sweet poetry agree, / As they must needs, the sister and the brother,
Then must love be great 'twixt thee and me, / Because thou lov'st the one, and I the other.
Dowland to thee is dear, whose heanvenly touch / Upon the lute doth ravish human sense;
Spencer to me, whose deep conceit is such, / As, passing all conceit, needs no defence.
Thou lov'st to hear the sweet melodious sound / That Phoebus' lute, the queen of music, makes;
And I in deep delight am chiefly drown'd, / When as himself to singing he betakes.
One god is god of both, as poets feign; / One knight loves both, and both in thee remain.

(William Shakespeare, The Passionate Pilgrim, VIII)

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