The dragon's lair

Cecco Angiolieri

Yes, I’m in love, but not so much that I
Can’t do without it when I will discreetly;
And so I vaunt my courage loud and high,
For Love has failed to capture me completely.
It is enough I play to him and sing,
And serve and cherish those who call him Master:
Excess has never brought man anything,
It can’t rule me or bring me to disaster.
Let never a woman born imagine then
That I’m her slave like many that I see,
For all her lovely airs and subtle graces;
It’s too much loving that makes fools of men:
No way of life commends itself to me
That saddens hearts and alters happy faces.

Cecco Angiolieri

Yes, I’m in love, but not so much that I
Can’t do without it when I will discreetly;
And so I vaunt my courage loud and high,
For Love has failed to capture me completely.
It is enough I play to him and sing,
And serve and cherish those who call him Master:
Excess has never brought man anything,
It can’t rule me or bring me to disaster.
Let never a woman born imagine then
That I’m her slave like many that I see,
For all her lovely airs and subtle graces;
It’s too much loving that makes fools of men:
No way of life commends itself to me
That saddens hearts and alters happy faces.