Ashamed sometimes thy beauties should remain As yet unsung, sweet lady, in my rhyme; When first I saw thee I recall the time, Pl
easing as none shall ever please again. But no fit polish can my verse attain, Not mine is a strength to try the task sublime: My genius, measuring its power to climb, From such attempt doth prudently refrain. Full oft I open my lips to chant thy name; Then in mid-utterance, the lay was lost: But say what muse can dare so bold a flight? Full oft I strove in measure to indite; But ah, the pen, the hand, the vein I boast, At once were vanquished by the mighty theme! 16. The volta, or turn, in Petrarch’s sonnet in the last two lines suggest that Question 16 options: A. He did capture his beloved's beauty in verse.
B. He did accept his beloved has died.
C. He understands what others see in his beloved.
D. He found time to meet with his beloved.
