If no love is, O God, what fele I so?By PetrarchIf no love is, O God, what fele I so?And if love is, what thing and which is he?If love be good, from whennes cometh my woo?If it be wikke, a wonder thynketh me,When every torment and adversiteThat cometh of hym, may to me savory thinke,For ay thurst I, the more that ich it drynke.And if that at myn owen lust I brenne,From whennes cometh my waillynge and my pleynte?If harm agree me, whereto pleyne I thenne?I noot, ne whi unwery that I feynte.O quike deth, O swete harm so queynte,How may of the in me swich quantite,But if that I consente that it be?And if that I consente, I wrongfullyCompleyne, iwis. Thus possed to and fro,Al sterelees withinne a boot am IAmydde the see, betwixen wyndes two,That in contrarie stonden evere mo.Allas! what is this wondre maladie?For hete of cold, for cold of hete, I dye.