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The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - A Sonnet On Caucasus.

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Temo che per morir.     I fear that by my death the human race             Would gain no vantage. Thus I do not die.             So wide is this vast cage of misery             That flight and change lead to no happier place.     Shifting our pains, we risk a sorrier case:             All worlds, like ours, are sunk in agony:             Go where we will, we feel; and this my cry             I may forget like many an old disgrace.     Who knows what doom is mine? The Omnipotent             Keeps silence; nay, I know not whether strife             Or peace was with me in some earlier life.     Philip in a worse prison me hath pent             These three days past--but not without God's will.             Stay we as God decrees: God doth no ill.

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