Translation from a Sonnet of Ronsard

Nature withheld Cassandra in the skies,
For more adornment, a full thousand years ;
She took their cream of Beauty's fairest dyes,
And shap'd and tinted her above all Peers:
Meanwhile Love kept her dearly with his wings,
And underneath their shadow fill'd her eyes
With such a richness that the cloudy Kings
Of high Olympus utter'd slavish sighs.
When from the Heavens I saw her first descend,
My heart took fire, and only burning pains,
They were my pleasures — they my Life's sad end ;
Love pour'd her beauty into my warm veins . . .