I go weeping for my time past,
that I spent in loving something mortal,
without lifting myself in flight, for I had wings
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Diana was never more pleasing to her lover,
when, by a stroke of fate, he saw her naked,
shown in the deep pool of icy water,
than I was by the mountain shepherdess,
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I have not seen you, lady,
leave off your veil in sun or shadow,
since you knew that great desire in myself
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Being one day at my window all alone,
So manie strange things happened me to see,
As much as it grieveth me to thinke thereon.
At my right hand a hynde appear'd to mee,
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I find no peace, and yet I make no war:
and fear, and hope: and burn, and I am ice:
and fly above the sky, and fall to earth,
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O my own Italy! though words are vain
The mortal wounds to close,
Unnumber'd, that thy beauteous bosom stain,
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Many times now, with my true thought,
I've dared to assail my enemy, quiet and humble
in her actions, her beauty seeming kind,
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If no love is, O God, what fele I so?
And if love is, what thing and which is he?
If love be good, from whennes cometh my woo?
If it be wikke, a wonder thynketh me,
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What do I feel if this is not love?
But if it is love, God, what thing is this?
If good, why this effect: bitter, mortal?
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What infinite providence and art
He showed in his wonderful mastery,
who created this and the other hemisphere,
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