Not too high, nor too low—is of all styles the best, As the epics of Homer and Virgil attest. - Pierre de Ronsard

I would be the ribbon
That binds your lovely breast,
I would be the necklace
That adorns your ivory throat.

Quand vous serez bien vieille, au soir, à la chandelle,
Assise auprès du feu, dévidant et filant,
Direz, chantant mes vers, en vous émerveillant:
"Ronsard me célébrait du temps que j'étais belle."

Darling, each morning a blooded rose
Lures the sunlight in, and shows
Her soft, moist and secret part;
See now, before you go to bed,
Her skirts replaced, her darker red:
A color like your own, sweetheart.