Days decrease, / And autumn grows, autumn in everything.
Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?
But there are times when patience proves at fault.
Italy, my Italy! Queen Mary's saying serves for me (When fortune's malice Lost her Calais): "Open my heart, and you will see Graved inside of it 'Italy.'"
In God's good time, Which does not always fall on Saturday When the world looks for wages.
I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.