Quotation by Petrarch

Whyle I was abowte to chaunge myn olde lyff—
What sorowe I suffred, dyseese, angre and stryff,
Cracchynge myn here, my chekys all totare,
Wrythynge my fyngres for angwysshe and care,
Watrynge the erthe with my byttre salte teres
That the crye of my syghes ascended to Goddys eres,
My knees with myn handys grasped togedyre soore,
And yitt I stode the same man I was afore
Tyl a depe profounde remembraunce att the laste
Hadd all my wrecchednesse afore myn eyn caste
Petrarch (1304–1374), Italian poet (FRANCESCO PETRARCA). Secretum (l. 36–40).

OxBL—V. Oxford Book of Late Medieval Verse and Prose, The. Douglas Gray, ed. (1985) Clarendon Press.
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