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 Ed atta a pigliar foco, che più tenghi Alcuna fronde o ramo alcuno o sterpo Ch' adusto in polve non si trovi ed arso? Rispondi, e dì: "Mercè de gli occhi tuoi, Che lagrimando ognor un fonte, un rio Si fan sempre d'intorno, e non dan loco A fiamma che m'incenda."

Thou dreary wood, in which I pour around me These ardent sighs of mine, these hot complaints, The fiery flames with which I burn all over; Ah tell me, how it comes, that being dry, And fitted to take fire, ye can retain One leaf, or bough, or twig, that does not turn To dust and ashes? Thou dost answer and say, "Thanks to thine ever-weeping eyes, which shedding