SONNET LXXV.
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Io son dell' aspectar omai sì vinto.
HAVING ONCE SURRENDERED HIMSELF, HE IS COMPELLED EVER TO ENDURE THE PANGS OF LOVE.
Weary with expectation's endless round, And overcome in this long war of sighs, I hold desires in hate and hopes despise, And every tie wherewith my breast is bound; But the bright face which in my heart profound Is stamp'd, and seen where'er I turn mine eyes, Compels me where, against my will, arise The same sharp pains that first my ruin crown'd. Then was my error when the old way quite Of liberty was bann'd and barr'd to me: He follows ill who pleases but his sight: To its own harm my soul ran wild and free, Now doom'd at others' will to wait and wend; Because that once it ventured to offend. Macgregor.