Canzone

Lady, for thee I dwell in grievous pain.
"Sir, thou'rt unwise, small thanks from me thou'lt gain."
Lady, pardy, let me not love in vain.
"Sir, all thy prayers unheeded will remain."
Good lady, mine is love that cannot wane.
"Sir, more than all men else I thee disdain."
Lady, for this, grief o'er my heart doth reign.
"I, sir, am merry nor from joy refrain."

Lady sans mercy, I must go my way.
"Sir, prithee go, it boots not to delay."
Lady, not I, Love holds me 'neath his sway.
"Against my will, good sir, he bids thee stay."
Lady, cruel answers my fond words repay.
"Sir, worse than all I hate thee, by my fay."
Then, lady, wilt thou ne'er my grief allay ?
"Sir, verily 'twill be as thou dost say."

Love, thou hast heap'd on me indignity.
"Friend, there is naught else I can do for thee."
Love, thou requitest ill my loyalty.
"Friend, by such means thou best mayst healed be."
Love, wherefore such a lady givest thou me?
"Friend, one of better worth I made thee see."
Love, from my sorrow I would fain be free.
"Friend, to some other refuge thou must flee."

Love, verily small kindness dost thou show.
"Friend, thou dost wrong to treat me as thy foe."
Love, why would'st part us, why would'st lay me low?
"Friend, I do grieve to see thee die of woe."
Love, do not deem that elsewhere I can go.
"Friend, then thou needs must bear full many a blow."
Love, dost thou think some favour she'll bestow?
"Yea, friend, serve, suffer, and great joy thou'lt know."