Non Men Gran Grazia, Donna, Che Gran Doglia

By happiness as deep as agony Below the scaffold is the caitiff slain, When lost to hope, and ice in every vein, His pardon comes, his sudden liberty; So when, beyond thy wonted charity, My heaven overcast with many a pain Thy sovereign pity doth make clear again, More deep than anguish, pierceth ecstasy. Sweet news and cruel in so far agree, As either in a moment may destroy The heart by grief, or sunder it through joy; If thou desirest that I live for thee, The rapture mete, for many a creature frail Hath died of grace too free for its avail.