CANZONE IX. Amor, che muovi tua virtù dal cielo. O LOVE, who send'st thy virtue down from heaven, Who where his ray finds most nobility Expellest from the heart all vulgar thoughts, Nor anger against thee can long contend; From thee must flow each blessing which the world With toil and ardour labours to obtain ; Without thee is destroyed All power we possess of doing well; Nor give delight from colour nor from art. Thy light for ever strikes upon the heart For from my earliest days my soul became Directs me to regard each beauteous thing As water glows from brightness of the fire; Had mounted all aloft into her eyes. Beauteous and gentle as her nature is, So does imagination, which ne'er rests, Not that my fancy's self hath subtilty For argument so high, But gains a daring from thy influence, Beyond the strength which nature grants to man. Faith in thy virtue from her beauty springs, So the sun's virtue is confirmed by fire, The mightier goodness of his power in heaven. O Sovereign, then, whose nature is so kind, Nobility and every other grace Bestowed on earth, their origin derive; For grievous at my heart I feel the flame With thy sweet influence, Love, O make her feel O suffer not that she Should bring me in the day of youth to death; For she perceives not yet how she can please, Nor knows how strong my love, Nor that my peace she carries in her eyes. Great honour thou shalt gain in aiding me, Prized in proportion as I know that where Short time they can abide without an end : That every good should bear her company, The minds of all who contemplate her worth. E CANZONE X. Poscia che Amor del tutto m' ha lasciato. SINCE Love hath utterly abandoned me, For never was my state so full of joy ; The sufferings of my heart He could no longer bear to hear its plaint: New born in us, which calls distortedly By a name of mighty worth, The name of gallantry, a grace so fair A worthy claim to the imperial robe. That designates the troop where virtue dwells: True gallantry, as understood by me, There are who prodigally waste their wealth, An estimation where the good are found, A refuge in the mind To those who rank among the nobly wise; Were wisdom, and the ills they would avoid Of them and all the tribe Who in their reasoning form this judgment false. To riot in excess and gluttony? And gorgeously to dress, As if for sale where purchasers are fools? The wise ne'er estimate a man by robes, These are mere ornament; But sense and generous hearts are what they prize. Others there are, who laughing at mankind, Of flowing wit and liberal intellect, By those who are deceived, Seeing them laugh at what Their humbler understanding cannot reach : Contented by the many to be praised. Ever enamours them; In conversation frivolous and false, In courtship as true gallantry demands; To rob, so they to steal a base delight; That they should act as things of reason void. Virtue which leaves the strait way is not pure; Hence is condemned, Nor owned where virtue is demanded most, That is, in quiet men Of spiritual life, Or habits which to science are inclined. By many things commixed, for one is found And with another ill. But virtue which is pure suits well with all; It is the comforter, And love and perfect works with it are joined. Ruled by this three-fold good Is gallantry, and in its essence lies; The sun resembling, in whose essence dwell Both light and heat, combined With the perfection of a beauteous form. Although there be conjunction of the stars, Turns gallantry, and more than I recount; Thanks to a gentle lady, Whose every act example of it gave, Will not conceal its worth; for it were guilt In me so vile, That I should seem one of its enemies : More subtily declare The truth of it; but I know not to whom. Who Love is named, and fulness is of bliss, That without virtuous works True praise by no one ever can be gained. Virtue with virtue mixed is gallantry. This virtue is the image of the sun, Who from the east Goes forth advancing till his light he hides ; His beauteous beams infuse Vigour and life below To matter as it fitly is disposed: So she despising the unworthy herd Of those whose form Resembles man's, but by their fruit are known, Ill answering to the leaf, By habits vile debased, Like blessings on the gentle heart confers In gifts of life, is prompt With joy and acts of favour, fair and new, Fresh springing every hour. He takes the sun for pattern who takes her. Shame on the recreant knights, perverse and false, The enemies of her Who to the prince of stars may be compared. The man she favours freely gives and takes, Nor does the sun in giving light to stars, Receiving aid from them; But one and other in the exchange delight. But those alone He hears which pleasing are, and of himself. Dear for himself he is held, And loved by every person who is wise; |