Venust the lady, and none lovelier,

For her great beauty, many men look on her,

Out of my love will her heart not stir.

By God, how swift the night.

And day comes on.

V

Canzon

I ONLY, and who elrische pain support

I

Know out love’s heart o’erborne by overlove,

For my desire that is so firm and straight

And unchanged since I found her in my sight

And unturned since she came within my glance,

That far from her my speech springs up aflame;

Near her comes not. So press the words to arrest it.

I am blind to others, and their retort

I hear not. In her alone, I see, move,

Wonder.... And jest not. And the words dilate

Not truth; but mouth speaks not the heart outright:

I could not walk roads, flats, dales, hills, by chance,

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