Melina

"The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings
          With green hath clad the hill and eke the vale;
          The nightingale with feathers new she sings;
          And turtle to her make hath told her tale.
          Summer is come, for every spray now springs;
          The hart hath hung his old head on the pale;
          The buck in brake his winter coat he flings;
          The fishes flete with new repairèd scale;
          The adder all her slough away she slings;
          The swift swalllow pursueth the flies small;
          The busy bee her honey now she mings;
          Winter is worn that was the flowers' bale.
          And thus I see among these pleasant things
          Each care decays, and yet my sorrow springs."
          
          Henry Howard

"Seneler, seneler evveldi;
          Bir deniz ülkesinde
          Yaşayan bir çocuk vardı, bileceksiniz
          İsmi Matthew B.
          Hiçbir şey düşünmezdi sevilmekten
          Sevmekten başka beni.
          
           
          O çocuk ben çocuk, 
          memleketimiz o deniz ülkesiydi
          Sevdalı değil, karasevdalıydık
          Ben ve Matthew B;
          Göklerde uçan melekler bile
          Kıskanırdı bizi."