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 thou and I have proven many a time That all our hope betrays us and deceives, To that consummate good which never grieves Uplift thy heart, towards a happier clime. Thifl life is like a field of flowering thyme, Amidst the herbs and grass the serpent lives; If aught unto the sight brief pleasure gives, 'T is but to snare the sold with treacherous lime. So, wouhlst thou keep thy spirit free from cloud, A tranquil habit to thy latest day. Follow the few, and not the vulgar crowd. Yet mayest thou urge, " Brother, the very way Thou showest us, wherefrom thy footsteps proud (And never more than now) so oft did stray,"

Sennuccio, I would have thee know the shame That 's dealt to me, and what a life is mine. Even as of yore, I struggle, burn and pine, Laura transports me, I am still the same. All meekness here, all pride she there became, Now harsh, now kind, now cruel, now benign;