To her, who sees the pangs which I receive,
And seeing, deigns them not the least relief.
Lorenzo de Medici's idylls were particularly rich in descriptions of Nature and full of feeling. 'Here too that delight in pain, in telling of their unhappiness and renunciation; here too those wonderful tones which distinguish the sonnets of the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries so favourably from those of a later time.' (Geiger.)
There is a delicate compliment in this sonnet:
O violets, sweet and fresh and pure indeed,
Culled by that hand beyond all others fair!
What rain or what pure air has striven to bear
Flowers far excelling those 'tis wont to yield?
What pearly dew, what sun, or sooth what earth
Did you with all these subtle charms adorn;