YEARBOOK OF THE ALAMIRE FOUNDATION

138 DONNA G. CARDAMONE JACKSON
(1) S’io canto e tu mi spacci per cicala,
Et ti fai beffe delli versi mei.
Oime, o mei amanti poveretti,
Le donne voglion altro che sonnetti.
(2) Malhaggia chi per te scrive o cicale,
Io ’l feci e carta e voci ne perdei.
Oime, o mei amanti poveretti,
Le donne voglion altro che sonnetti.
(3) Tu me l’hai bella pur data in su l’ala,
Ond’io mi doglio e non quanto vorrei.
Oime, o mei amanti poveretti,
Le donne voglion altro che sonnetti.
(4) In questo mondo chi salie e chi cala,
Altri è salito ond’io lasso cader.
Oime, o mei amanti poveretti,
Le donne voglion altro che sonnetti.
If I sing, you pass me off as a cricket,
and you make fun of my verses.
Alas, oh my poor lovers,
the ladies want something other than sonnets.
Woe to the one who writes or sings for you,
I did it and I wasted paper and sounds.
Alas, oh my poor lovers,
the ladies want something other than sonnets.
You my beauty have even clipped my wings,
so I grieve and not as much as I would like.
Alas, oh my poor lovers,
the ladies want something other than sonnets.
In this world some rise and others fall,
someone else has risen where I have fallen.
Alas, oh my poor lovers,
the ladies want something other than sonnets.
Example 2. S’io canto e tu mi spacci per cicala, Cantus, 1555 30 ; Tenor, 1558 16 .