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Sonette XXXII

Poem (Canso): 

Arrive I before that black gate of Dis
Which hath been so long a curse and a pain,
That my love I can no longer restrain,
So turn I quick about to gain a kiss.
Thought I my burden done, now only bliss!
But filthy Satan’s plot of lust profane
Did tempt passion to make my wit insane,
And see but fading form of love’s princiss.
O, to have denied her thus in such woe!
I should have demanded a safe retreat
That would my lady caused not this sorroe
To be confined to Hell’s infernal heat.
My grace, my dear! This love I could not save;
I had no faith, now joy never will have.