Sonnet CCIII
SONNET CCIII.
L' alto signor, dinanzi a cui non vale.
HIS SORROW FOR THE ILLNESS OF LAURA INCREASES, NOT LESSENS, HIS FLAME.
The sovereign Lord, 'gainst whom of no availConcealment, or resistance is, or flight,My mind had kindled to a new delightBy his own amorous and ardent ail:[Pg 213]Though his first blow, transfixing my best mailWere mortal sure, to push his triumph quiteHe took a shaft of sorrow in his right,So my soft heart on both sides to assail.A burning wound the one shed fire and flame,The other tears, which ever grief distils,Through eyes for your weak health that are as rills.But no relief from either fountain cameMy bosom's conflagration to abate,Nay, passion grew by very pity great.
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