Sonnet III
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SONNET III.
L' ardente nodo ov' io fui, d' ora in ora.
ON THE DEATH OF ANOTHER LADY.
That burning toil, in which I once was caught,While twice ten years and one I counted o'er,Death has unloosed: like burden I ne'er bore;That grief ne'er fatal proves I now am taught.But Love, who to entangle me still sought,Spread in the treacherous grass his net once more,So fed the fire with fuel as before,That my escape I hardly could have wrought.And, but that my first woes experience gave,Snarèd long since and kindled I had been,And all the more, as I'm become less green:My freedom death again has come to save,And break my bond; that flame now fades, and fails,'Gainst which nor force nor intellect prevails.