Petrarch - L' ardente nodo ov' io fui, d' ora in ora lyrics

ON THE DEATH OF ANOTHER LADY That burning toil, in which I once was caught, While twice ten years and one I counted o'er, d**h has unloosed: like burden I ne'er bore; That grief ne'er fatal proves I now am taught. But Love, who to entangle me still sought, Spread in the treacherous gra** his net once more, So fed the fire with fuel as before, That my escape I hardly could have wrought. And, but that my first woes experience gave, Snarèd long since and kindled I had been, And all the more, as I'm become less green: My freedom d**h again has come to save, And break my bond; that flame now fades, and fails, 'Gainst which nor force nor intellect prevails. Nott.