Petrarch, Il Canzoniere, #61.

  1     Blessed be the day, and the month, and the year,
  2     and the season, and the time, and the hour, and the moment,
  3     and the beautiful country, and the place where I was joined
  4     to the two beautiful eyes that have bound me:
  5     and blessed be the first sweet suffering
  6     that I felt in being conjoined with Love,
  7     and the bow, and the shafts with which I was pierced,
  8     and the wounds that run to the depths of my heart.
  9     Blessed be all those verses I scattered
 10     calling out the name of my lady,
 11     and the sighs, and the tears, and the passion:
 12     and blessed be all the sheets
 13     where I acquire fame, and my thoughts,
 14     that are only of her, that no one else has part of.