Sonnet LXV
SONNET LXV.
Io avrò sempre in odio la fenestra.
BETTER IS IT TO DIE HAPPY THAN TO LIVE IN PAIN.
Always in hate the window shall I bear,Whence Love has shot on me his shafts at will,Because not one of them sufficed to kill:For death is good when life is bright and fair,But in this earthly jail its term to outwearIs cause to me, alas! of infinite ill;[Pg 87]And mine is worse because immortal still,Since from the heart the spirit may not tear.Wretched! ere this who surely ought'st to knowBy long experience, from his onward courseNone can stay Time by flattery or by force.Oft and again have I address'd it so:Mourner, away! he parteth not too soonWho leaves behind him far his life's calm June.