Sonnet CXLVI
SONNET CXLVI.
Geri, quando talor meco s' adira.
HE APPEASES HER BY HUMILITY, AND EXHORTS A FRIEND TO DO LIKEWISE.
When my sweet foe, so haughty oft and high,Moved my brief ire no more my sight can thole,One comfort is vouchsafed me lest I die,Through whose sole strength survives my harass'd soul;Where'er her eyes—all light which would denyTo my sad life—in scorn or anger roll,Mine with such true humility reply,Soon their meek glances all her rage control,Were it not so, methinks I less could brookTo gaze on hers than on Medusa's mien,Which turn'd to marble all who met her look.My friend, act thus with thine, for closed I weenAll other aid, and nothing flight availsAgainst the wings on which our master sails.
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