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Invidia inimica Di ciascun virtuoso Quel ch' altro ten ascoso, A ti convien che dica. Infra figlioli e patri Invidia tu poni Infra sorelle e fratri Discordia tu doni. Ogni pensieri danni Per dire e far mali, Perfin ai animali Non te vuol per amica. Se vidi alcun in corte Che abbia virtù o pace Tosto, per darli morte, Trovi li tuo seguace; Senza cagion verace Dicendo gran bosia Non posa notte ni dia Chi de ti se nodrica. O dio, per tua Potenza, Dal mio grasso stato Se son cacciato senza Aver mal operato, Non seguirò may cato De questo seporazzo Di fero pungerazzo Chi punto m'a d'ortica. Invidia inimica Di ciascun virtuoso Quel ch' altro ten ascoso, A ti convien che dica.
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- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- by Guillaume Dufay (c1400 - 1474), "Invidia inimica" [text verified 1 time]
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- ENG English (David Wyatt) , title 1: "Envy, the enemy", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this text: David Wyatt
This text was added to the website: 2012-05-22
Line count: 32
Word count: 124
Envy, the enemy Of every virtuous man, What others hide from you It's time for me to tell you. Between fathers and sons You place envy Between sisters and brothers You sow discord. You give every thought Of saying or doing wrong, Even for the animals I wouldn't want you as friend. If you see anyone at court Who is virtuous or at peace, Straight away, to cause his death, You seek out your followers; Without any true reason By speaking great lies No rest by night or day Has he who nourishes himself with you. You little god, if by your power Of my present state I'm robbed, without Having done anything bad, I will never accept This separation Hard and painful Which stings me like a nettle. Envy, the enemy Of every virtuous man, What others hide from you It's time for me to tell you.
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- Translation from Italian (Italiano) to English copyright © 2012 by David Wyatt, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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- a text in Italian (Italiano) by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist
This text was added to the website: 2012-05-22
Line count: 32
Word count: 148