Petrarch - Sonnet LXVII lyrics

HE COUNSELS LOVERS TO FLEE, RATHER THAN BE CONSUMED BY THE FLAMES OF LOVE Since my hope's fruit yet faileth to arrive, And short the space vouchsafed me to survive, Betimes of this aware I fain would be, Swifter than light or wind from Love to flee: And I do flee him, weak albeit and lame O' my left side, where pa**ion racked my frame. Though now secure yet bear I on my face Of the amorous encounter signal trace. Wherefore I counsel each this way who comes, Turn hence your footsteps, and, if Love consumes, Think not in present pain his worst is done; For, though I live, of thousand scapes not one! 'Gainst Love my enemy was strong indeed— Lo! from his wounds e'en she is doom'd to bleed. Macgregor.