Madrigale IV
Or Vedi, Amor, Che Giovinetta Donna
A Prayer to Love That He Will Take Vengeance on the Scornful Pride of Laura
Now, Love, at length behold a youthful fair,
Who spurns thy rule, and, mocking all my care,
’Mid two such foes, is safe and fancy free.
Thou art well arm’d, ’mid flowers and verdure she,
In simplest robe and natural tresses found,
Against thee haughty still and harsh to me;
I am thy thrall: but, if thy bow be sound,
If yet one shaft be thine, in pity, take
Vengeance upon her for our common sake.
Macgregor.