Cecco Angiolieri
← Back [A man who has no cash and falls in love]
[A man who truly knows what’s for the best]
[Cursed be the very moment, hour and day]
[For every ounce of flesh that I may carry,]
[I cannot bring myself in any way]
[I feel my heart within my bosom beating,]
[I feel no more the sting of Love today]
[I shall not see a single day that’s fine]
[I was brought forth by Misery distressed,]
[I’ve mortgaged merriment for such a sum]
[If God should change the water in the sea]
[If I felt sure to live a full day longer]
[If it were possible mere grief could slay,]
[If only I had one last coin to spare,]
[May God’s destruction, and His curses too,]
[My melancholy mood has grown so great]
[My mind has been accustomed to repose,]
[My sonnet, since no messenger I find]
[Now Love makes war on me, my deadliest foe;]
[Of all I want so very little’s mine]
[Oh, am I not beset with the plague’s pain]
[The bitter hatred that I bear today]
[The man who has no more the means to pay]
[Throughout this year I duly have restrained]
[When my Becchina’s vexed and in a state,]
[Whenever I was told a Florentine,]
[With my Becchina, I have such small grace]
[Yes, I’m in love, but not so much that I]
If I Were Fire