Abstract
If any man would know the very cause Which makes me to forget my speech in rhyme, All the sweet songs I sang in other time,— I'll tell it in a sonnet's simple clause. I hourly have beheld how good withdraws To nothing, and how evil mounts the while; Until my heart is gnawed as with a file, Nor ought of this world's worth is what it was. GVERZO DI M0NTECANTI—13th Cent. Translation by D. G. ROSSETTI
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