Sonnet LIX
SONNET LIX.
Se al principio risponde il fine e 'l mezzo.
IF HIS PASSION STILL INCREASE, HE MUST SOON DIE.
If, of this fourteenth year wherein I sigh,The end and middle with its opening vie,[Pg 82]Nor air nor shade can give me now release,I feel mine ardent passion so increase:For Love, with whom my thought no medium knows,Beneath whose yoke I never find repose,So rules me through these eyes, on mine own illToo often turn'd, but half remains to kill.Thus, day by day, I feel me sink apace,And yet so secretly none else may trace,Save she whose glances my fond bosom tear.Scarcely till now this load of life I bearNor know how long with me will be her stay,For death draws near, and hastens life away.
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