Qual Mio Destin, Qual Forza O Qual Inganno. Though Her Eyes Destroy Him, He Cannot Tear Himself Away. What Destiny Of Mine, What Fraud Or Force, Unarm'D Again Conducts Me To The Field, Where Never Came I But With Shame To Yield 'Scape I Or Fall, Which Better Is Or Worse? --Not Worse, But Better; From So Sweet A Source Shine In My Heart Those Lights, So Bright Reveal'D The Fatal Fire, E'En Now As Then, Which Seal'D My Doom, Though Twenty Years Have Roll'D Their Course I Feel Death'S Messengers When Those Dear Eyes, Dazzling Me From Afar, I See Appear, And If On Me They Turn As She Draw Near, Love With Such Sweetness Tempts Me Then And Tries, Tell It I Cannot, Nor Recall In Sooth, For Wit And Language Fail To Reach The Truth! Macgregor.