Ché bel fin fa chi ben amando more. - Petrarch

It's true your smile, mild and full of peace, retains the power to calm my passion down and free me from the flames that torture me while I'm intent and fixed on watching you; but then my spirits are transformed to ice because we part and those two fatal stars direct their movements elsewhere, leaving me.

It gave me no less fear that hope, all covered in white feathers then, lay thunderstruck and dead, beyond recovery, punished for mounting much too far and high.

Altro diletto che imparar non provo.