Petrarch - Sonnet LXV lyrics

BETTER IS IT TO DIE HAPPY THAN TO LIVE IN PAIN Always in hate the window shall I bear, Whence Love has shot on me his shafts at will, Because not one of them sufficed to k**: For d**h is good when life is bright and fair, But in this earthly jail its term to outwear Is cause to me, alas! of infinite ill; And mine is worse because immortal still, Since from the heart the spirit may not tear. Wretched! ere this who surely ought'st to know By long experience, from his onward course None can stay Time by flattery or by force. Oft and again have I address'd it so: Mourner, away! he parteth not too soon Who leaves behind him far his life's calm June. Macgregor.