Ah, cruel Love! What is the reason why You seldom make our longings correspond? How is it, traitor, you… — Ludovico Ariosto
Ah, cruel Love! What is the reason why
You seldom make our longings correspond?
How is it, traitor, you rejoice to spy
Two hearts discordant, one repelled, one fond?
Ingiustissimo Amor, perché sì raro
Corrispondenti fai nostri desiri?
Onde, perfido, avvien che t'è sì caro
Il discorde voler ch’in duo cor miri?
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Of ladies, knights, of passions and of wars,
of courtliness, and of valiant deeds I sing.
What a man sees, Love can make invisible—and what is invisible, that can Love make him see.
The higher up on Fortune's wheel you see
A wretch ascend, the sooner he will fall,
And where his head is now, his feet will be.
