You, Who Upon the Bitter Path of Love

You, who upon the bitter path of Love
Journey, dear Ladies, much as I have done,
And see, and learn, each and every one,
What cruel darts that archer doth approve,
Tell me in truth, of your sweet courtesy,
Should you compare my sufferings to those
That are now, or have been, do you suppose
They’d equal those inflicted now on me?
And tell me, if you’ve ever viewed a face
Sweeter in looks and yet one more unkind
Than my lord’s, in amorous dwelling place?
Love, grant a truce to you, although, I find,
Harsh separation drives Love, in my case,
To vent in me his wrath, now unconfined.