Canzone

Great joy have I to greet the season bright,
And joy to greet the blessed summer days,
And joy when birds do carol songs of praise,
And joy to mark the woods with flowerets dight,
And joy at all whereat to joy were meet,
And joy unending at the pleasaunce sweet
That yonder in my joy I think to gain,
There where in joy my soul and sense remain.

'Tis Love that keeps me in such dear delight,
'Tis Love's clear fire that keeps my breast ablaze,
'Tis Love that can my sinking courage raise,
Even for Love am I in grievous plight;
With tender thoughts Love makes my heart to beat,
And o'er my every wish has rule complete —
Virtue I cherish since began his reign,
And to do deeds of Love am ever fain.