All my thoughts always speak to me of love, <br />Yet have between themselves such difference <br />That while one bids me bow with mind and sense, <br />A second saith, 'Go to: look thou above'; <br />The third one, hoping, yields me joy enough; <br />And with the last come tears, I scarce know whence: <br />All of them craving pity in sore suspense, <br />Trembling with fears that the heart knoweth of. <br />And thus, being all unsure which path to take, <br />Wishing to speak I know not what to say, <br />And lose myself in amorous wanderings: <br />Until (my peace with all of them to make), <br />Unto mine enemy I needs must pray, <br />My lady Pity, for the help she brings.<br /><br />Dante Alighieri<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-all-my-thoughts/
