Lasso! Amor Mi Trasporta Ov' Io Non Voglio. He Excuses Himself For Visiting Laura Too Often, And Loving Her Too Much. Alas! Love Bears Me Where I Would Not Go, And Well I See How Duty Is Transgress'D, And How To Her Who, Queen-Like, Rules My Breast, More Than My Wont Importunate I Grow. Never From Rocks Wise Sailor Guarded So His Ship Of Richest Merchandise Possess'D, As Evermore I Shield My Bark Distress'D From Shocks Of Her Hard Pride That Would O'Erthrow Torrents Of Tears, Fierce Winds Of Infinite Sighs --For, In My Sea, Nights Horrible And Dark And Pitiless Winter Reign--Have Driven My Bark, Sail-Less And Helm-Less Where It Shatter'D Lies, Or, Drifting At The Mercy Of The Main, Trouble To Others Bears, Distress To Me And Pain. Macgregor.