Ah, you will no longer be able to boast of my love, for my heart has healed now, and if I burn, I burn with scorn and not with love. 20 Ardi o gela a tua voglia, perfido e impudico, hor amante, hor nemico, che d'incostante ingegno poco istimo l'amor, e men lo sde...
And if I was fastened to my altar by three nails, they also are, for my love, their love, and their pain are the three nails keeping them crucified until death, which is nothing but breathing out their spirits onto my breast after having “accomplished everything.†My lo...