Lx. First Reading. Poem by Michelangelo Buonarroti
Lx. First Reading.
LOVE'S JUSTIFICATION.
Ben può talor col mio.
Sometimes my love I dare to entertain
With soaring hope not over-credulous;
Since if all human loves were impious,
Unto what end did God the world ordain?
For loving thee what license is more plain
Than that I praise thereby the glorious
Source of all joys divine, that comfort us
In thee, and with chaste fires our soul sustain?
False hope belongs unto that love alone
Which with declining beauty wanes and dies,
And, like the face it worships, fades away.
That hope is true which the pure heart hath known,
Which alters not with time or death's decay,
Yielding on earth earnest of Paradise.
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Michelangelo Buonarroti - Rime 259. Ben può talor col mie 'rdente desio Ben può talor col mie ’rdente desio salir la speme e non esser fallace, ché s’ogni nostro affetto al ciel dispiace, a che fin fatto arebbe il mondo Iddio? Qual più giusta cagion dell’amart’io5 è, che dar gloria a quella eterna pace onde pende il divin che di te piace, e c’ogni cor gentil fa casto e pio? Fallace speme ha sol l’amor che muore con la beltà, c’ogni momento scema,10 ond’è suggetta al variar d’un bel viso. Dolce è ben quella in un pudico core, che per cangiar di scorza o d’ora strema non manca, e qui caparra il paradiso.