274. ‘Datemi pace, o duri miei pensieri:

is it not enough that Love, Fate and Death

make war on me around, and at, the gates,

without me finding other battles within?

And you, my heart, are you still what you were,

disloyal only to me, receiving wild company,

and forging alliances, so quickly

and so readily with my enemies?

In you Love hides his secret messages,

in you Fate reveals all his triumph,

and Death the memory of that blow

that must shatter all my advances:

in you wrong thought arms itself with error:

so I charge you alone with all my ills.

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