How's your 16C French?

Belle qui tiens ma vie, a pavane written by Thoinot Arbeau (a pseudonym for Jehan Tabourot) and published in Orchésographie in 1589.

The translation is my own, and any who know French better than I do (not difficult) are welcome, indeed, encouraged to submit corrections.

Belle qui tiens ma vie	Beauty who holds my life
Captive dans tes yeux,	Captive in your eyes.
Qui m'as l'ame ravie	Who made my soul happy
D'un soubz-ris gracieux,	With a gracious smile.
Viens tost me secourir	Come soon to help me
Ou me fauldra mourir.	Or I must surely die.
Pourquoy fuis tu mignarde	Why do you flee, dainty one
Si je suis pres de toy,	If I am near to you
Quand tes yeulx je regarde	When I look into your eyes
Je me perds dedans moy	I lose myself within
Car tes perfections	For your perfections
Changent mes actions.	Change my actions.
Tes beautéz et ta grace	Your beauty and your grace
Et tes divins propos.	And your divine words
Ont eschauffé la glace	Are hot ice
Qui me geloit les os,	Which freezes my bones
Et ont remply mon cœur	And have filled my heart
D'une amoureuse ardeur.	With a loving heat
Mon ame souloit estre	My soul is wont to be
Libre de passions,	Free of passions
Mais amour s'est faict maistre	But love is the true master
De mes affections,	Of my affections
Et à mis soubs sa loy	Put underneath its law
Et mon cœur et ma foy.	Both my heart and my faith
Approche donc ma belle	Approach then my lovely
Approche toy mon bien,	Approach you, my dear
Ne me sois plus rebelle	I will rebel no more
Puis que mon cœur est tien,	Therefore my heart is yours
Pour mon mal appaiser,	To ease my pain
Donne moy un baiser.	Give me a kiss
Je meurs mon Angelette	I die, my little Angel
Je meurs en te baisant,	I die as you kiss,
Ta bouche tant doucette	Your mouth so sweet
Va mon bien ravissant	It has ravished me well
A ce coup mes espritz	To blow my wits
Sont tous d'amour espris.	They are all smitten by love
Plustost on verra l'Onde	Rather we see the Wave
Contre mont reculer	Against the mountain break
Et plustost l'œil du monde	And rather the eye of the world
Cessera de brusler,	Ceases to burn
Que l'amour qui m'époinct	That the love that stings me
Decroisse d'un seul poinct.	Decreases from a single prick