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Sonette XVII

Poem (Canso): 

My newfound aid doth tend my hurt and ill,
Returning me to life on this vile shore.
My blood hath dripped its last, I bleed no more,
While my lady doth think upon me still.
Such help she sends, so strong doth grow my will,
For to Hades her liveliness implore.
Sure am I that such souls he hath in store
One removèd no envy would him fill.
Then remember I this: he is a king,
And I but lowly mortal, full of sin.
If greatest prize to him be worth no thing,
Still right I lack to dare from him it win.
Knowing this, and knowing my poor station,
The stronger grows my humble heart anon.