Sonette XVIII
Poem (Canso):
When healed I am, and strength burns in my breast,
Begin I now prepare her to rescue:
This good squire, heaven-sent, no evil knew,
And so my self to ready I imprest
To him my knowledge of this darkened nest,
Where Hade the kite doth feed on manly dew,
And fair seem false, while lie seem to be true.
The squire quakes, but assure I him rest,
For he hath delivered what need most I
To face alone that great infernal court,
Which every man must face before he die.
Yet not for me do I besiege this port,
But for she that grants me the greatest care,
A heart that loves me full beyond compare.