XCIIII.
[I curse the time, wherein these lips of mine]
In this Passion the Authour hath but augmented the inuention
of Seraphine, where he writeth in this manner.
Biastemo quando mai le labbra apersi
Per dar nome à costei, che acciò me induce.
Biastemo il tempo, & quanti giorni hò persi
A seguitar si tenebrosa luce:
Biastemo charta, inchiostro, e versi,
Et quanto Amor per me fama gliaduce;
Biastemo quando mai la vidi anchora,
El mese, l'anno, & giorno, el punto, & lhora.
I curse
the time, wherein these lips of mine
Did praye or praise the Dame that was vnkinde:
I curse both leafe, and ynke, and euery line
My hand hath writ, in hope to moue her minde:
I curse her hollowe heart and flattring eyes,
Whose slie deceyte did cause my mourning cryes:
I curse the sugred speach and Syrens song,
Wherewith so oft she hath bewitcht mine eare:
I curse my foolish will, that stay'd so long,
And tooke delight to bide twixte hoape and feare:
I curse the howre, wherein I first began
By louing lookes to proue a witlesse man:
I curse those dayes which I haue spent in vaine,
By seruing such an one as reakes no right:
I curse each cause of all my secret paine,
Though Loue to heare the same haue small delight:
And since the heau'ns my freedome nowe restore,
Hence foorth Ile liue at ease, and loue no more.
