Nè più vi vidi ch’una volta sola.
If habit of the eyes engender ease,
Faint Reason on her way
Feareth to go astray,
Lest inwardly she taketh
For beauty fair, what beauty quite forsaketh.
Lady, it doth appear
That ease and custom have not made you dear,
For that my looks are foreign to your own,
Toward whose confìne my wishes dare not soar;