O, Petrarch! How great is your work!
How marvelous are your verses!
Your sonnets fill my heart with joy,
I swell with glee.
Your talent knows no equal,
Who can hope to rival your skill?
I see your poems and am bursting with
Delight, I read your canzones,
And adore your penmanship.
I can find no other to compete with
Your ability.
You remain unchallenged in your poetry.
Let your writings be remembered
For all generations to come,
So we may adore the beauty of your verses.
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