How can befall, that a fair countenance
Hath power to cause effect so contrary,
Creating what it doth now own? Perchance,
The life that taketh my felicity,
Yet doth itself deny, is like the sun,
That yieldeth the world heat, yet heat hath none.
[XXXVIII]
RENDETE A GLI OCCHI MIEI, O FONTE O FIUME
Ah give me back, or river thou or source,
The turbid waters that enlarge thee so,