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But since Love made me his lord, neither poverty nor death frightens me; rather he prizes servitude and death.

Oh how many times, to my sweet refuge, fleeing others and myself and my anguish, I still wet the grass and cloth with tears, more from fear than from any displeasure. o quante volte pdf

Così del mio languir spesso mi giove, e ’l mio duro martir tanto gradiscе ch’altro ben che ’l morir nulla mi piace. But since Love made me his lord, neither