Lyric Poems Made in Imitation of the Italians. Of which, many are Translations From other Languages ... By Philip Ayres |
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The RESOLUTION.
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The RESOLUTION.
A Sonnet of Petrarc, out of Italian.
Oh Time! Oh rowling Heavens, that fly so fast,
And cheat us Mortals ignorant and blind!
Oh fugitive Day, swifter than Bird or Wind!
Your Frauds I see, by all my Suff'rings past.
And cheat us Mortals ignorant and blind!
Oh fugitive Day, swifter than Bird or Wind!
Your Frauds I see, by all my Suff'rings past.
But pardon me, 'tis I my self must blame,
Nature that spreads your Wings, and makes you fly,
To me gave Eyes, that I my Ills might spy:
Yet I retain'd them to my Grief, and Shame.
Nature that spreads your Wings, and makes you fly,
To me gave Eyes, that I my Ills might spy:
Yet I retain'd them to my Grief, and Shame.
Time was I might, and Time is still I may
Direct my Steps in a securer way,
And end this sad Infinity of Ill;
Yet 'tis not from thy Yoke, O Love, I part,
But the Effects; I will reclaim my Heart:
Vertue's no Chance, but is acquir'd by Skill.
Direct my Steps in a securer way,
And end this sad Infinity of Ill;
Yet 'tis not from thy Yoke, O Love, I part,
But the Effects; I will reclaim my Heart:
Vertue's no Chance, but is acquir'd by Skill.
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