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    SONETO XXIX

Love turned me glad enough (that
for its praise I thus employ my lay)
—No man I ever led astray
by taking him to love's sad habitat.

 This does my judgment deem essential
to save men from themselves... by my becoming
Love's warning against the real potential
of their (thus) succumbing—

 O you that journey (after my poetry)
liking to read about adversity
infinite—because it's caused by love: All

 my poems say is this—It is a blessed soul
who, getting God's most solemn sympathy,
is freed of Love's most comedy.

De la edición de Obras de Boscán y Garcilaso (portada)

Juan Boscán


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