The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - A Sonnet On Caucasus.

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.