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