Petrarch - Sonnet CXLVI lyrics

HE APPEASES HER BY HUMILITY, AND EXHORTS A FRIEND TO DO LIKEWISE When my sweet foe, so haughty oft and high, Moved my brief ire no more my sight can thole, One comfort is vouchsafed me lest I die, Through whose sole strength survives my hara**'d soul; Where'er her eyes—all light which would deny To my sad life—in scorn or anger roll, Mine with such true humility reply, Soon their meek glances all her rage control, Were it not so, methinks I less could brook To gaze on hers than on Medusa's mien, Which turn'd to marble all who met her look. My friend, act thus with thine, for closed I ween All other aid, and nothing flight avails Against the wings on which our master sails. Macgregor.