Louise Labé - Sonnet 8 lyrics

I live, I die: I burn myself, I drown. I'm hot in the extreme while suffering cold. Life is too soft for me, too hard to hold. My joy and heavy ache are mixed in one At once I laugh and smile, and weep and frown In pleasure, my heart finds great pangs and grief. The good flies off, yet stays without relief. At once I blossom green, and wither brown. Thus does Love lead me on capriciously, And when I think my lot is but more pain With scarce a thought I find myself pain-free. Then when I think my joy a certainty And fortune's peak is finally my domain, He casts me down to deep old grief again.