Philip Ayres - Petrarch on Laura's d**h lyrics

Hold, treacherous thoughts, that dare my rule despise, Is 't not enough 'gainst me in war are join'd Love, Fortune, and grim d**h, but I must find Within me such domestic enemies? And thou, my heart, that dost my peace oppose, Disloyal thou wilt give my soul no rest, But harb'ring still these thoughts within my breast, Keep'st correspondence with my deadly foes; To thee Love all his messages conveys, Fortune my now departed pomp displays, d**h in my mind does all my griefs express; That my remains fall by necessity, My thoughts with errors arm themselves in thee: Thou art the cause of my unhappiness.