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(To a friend asking for help:) Most illustrious sir, the capitolo that I came yesterday to show you was not, in fact, my own invention; but nonetheless I can't thank you enough for warning me that in your opinion I should not send it to that friend; and I am grateful to you for advising me about what I ought to do when I call on you to correct my verses. I am greatly indebted to heaven for the protection of someone like you, and from you I receive more than I deserve. Jealousy, which enrages my heart, made me write what I did not say, but the pain and anger came from my lord. He first told me what to write, and later he added many things so that I should not suspect him. I don't know what the truth in this matter is, but I confess that I feel myself dying of pain at not having him nearby at all hours: and my heart persuades me to send him the verses I composed for this reason, with the excuse of sending him greetings written last night. I ask your kindness to help me revise them and so lead my lover to come back to me and to transform his scorn into pity; please keep yesterday's other verses, and later I'll do with them what you wish; and as long as my lover shows that he's become humble, I will resign myself to all other harm.......... [ll. 1-31; pp. 181] |
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