Vinse Hanibàl, et non seppe usar poi ben la vittoriosa sua ventura. - Petrarch

"While I'm lamenting, every now and then, a doubt arrives to torment me and haunt me: how can these limbs survive without their spirit? Love has an answer, though: "Don't you recall? This is the privilege reserved for lovers, released from all their human qualities.

Love discovered me all weaponless,
and opened the way to the heart through the eyes,
which are made the passageways and doors of tears:

so that it seems to me it does him little honour
to wound me with his arrow, in that state,
he not showing his bow at all to you who are armed

Tal par gran meraviglia, et poi si sprezza.