Petrarch - Sonnet XXXVI lyrics

SOME HAVE WEPT FOR THEIR WORST ENEMIES, BUT LAURA DEIGNS HIM NOT A SINGLE TEAR He who for empire at Pharsalia threw, Reddening its beauteous plain with civil gore, As Pompey's corse his conquering soldiers bore, Wept when the well-known features met his view: The shepherd youth, who fierce Goliath slew, Had long rebellious children to deplore, And bent, in generous grief, the brave Saul o'er His shame and fall when proud Gilboa knew: But you, whose cheek with pity never paled, Who still have shields at hand to guard you well Against Love's bow, which shoots its darts in vain, Behold me by a thousand d**hs a**ail'd, And yet no tears of thine compa**ion tell, But in those bright eyes anger and disdain. Macgregor.