Sonnet

This Tale of My Sore-troubled Life I Write,To THANK THE GOD OF NATURE, WHO CONVEYEDMy Soul to Me, and with Such Care Hath StayedThat Divers Noble Deeds I've Brought to Light.'twas He Subdued My Cruel Fortune's Spite!Life Glory Virtue Measureless Hath MadeSuch Grace Worth Beauty Be Through Me DisplayedThat Few Can Rival, None Surpass Me Quite.Only It Grieves Me When I UnderstandWhat Precious Time in Vanity I've Spent—The Wind It Beareth Man's Frail Thoughts Away.Yet, Since Remorse Avails Not, I'm Content,As Erst I Came, Welcome to Go One Day,Here in the Flower of This Fair Tuscan Land.