Petrarch - Datemi pace, o duri miei pensieri lyrics

HE COMPARES HIMSELF TO A BESIEGED CITY, AND ACCUSES HIS OWN HEART OF TREASON O tyrant thoughts, vouchsafe me some repose! Sufficeth not that Love, and d**h, and Fate, Make war all round me to my very gate, But I must in me armèd hosts enclose? And thou, my heart, to me alone that shows Disloyal still, what cruel guides of late In thee find shelter, now the chosen mate Of my most mischievous and bitter foes? Love his most secret emba**ies in thee, In thee her worst results hard Fate explains, And d**h the memory of that blow, to me Which shatters all that yet of hope remains; In thee vague thoughts themselves with error arm, And thee alone I blame for all my harm. Macgregor.