"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

Petrarch: Whyle I was abowte to chaunge myn olde lyff- What sorowe...

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"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

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