Petrarch+Rime+140

= Rime 140 =
 * Petrarch, 1300s. Trans. Sir Thomas Wyatt, 1557**

The long love that in my thought I harbour, And in mine heart doth keep his residence, Into my face presseth with bold pretence, And therein campeth displaying his banner. She that me learneth to love and to suffer, And wills that my trust, and lust's negligence Be reined by reason, shame, and reverence, With his hardiness takes displeasure. Wherewith love to the heart's forest he fleeth, Leaving his enterprise with pain and cry, And there him hideth, and not appeareth. What may I do, when my master feareth, But in the field with him to live and die? For good is the life, ending faithfully.

This poem was written in 1557, and as such, below is the translation of the original Italian:

The longe love that in my thought doeth harbar And in myn hert doeth kepe his residence, Into my face preseth with bold pretence, And therein campeth, spreding his baner. She that me lerneth to love and suffre And will that my trust and lustes negligence Be rayned by reason, shame, and reverence, With his hardines taketh displeasure. Wherewithall, unto the hertes forrest he fleith, Leving his entreprise with payne and cry And here him hideth and not appereth. What may I do, when my maister fereth, But in the felde with him to lyve and dye? For goode is the liff ending faithfully.

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