Loving and serving where my heart doth faint.
If Heaven be lovers’ friend,
And Earth their anguish lend,
Need I live long? The thought doth cause me fear;
To wistful lover minutes years appear.”
XII
Non pur la morte, ma ’l timor di quella
Da donna iniqua e bella,
Ch’ogn’or’ m’ancide, mi difende e scampa:
E se tal’or m’avvampa