LV

  LXXXIV

  FOUR days had passed he cardinals in Rome.”


  Every day Messer Giovanni Gaddi came to see meo or three times, and each time he took up one or other of my handsome fo.

  Felice, my partner, s proper place.

  More than three long hours passed, a I did nain sciousness. Felice having used all the remedies prescribed by Maestro Francesco, and seeing that I did o, ran post-haste to the physi"s door, and knocked so loudly that he o leave me for a sed.

  Whero Francesco appeared, he said it ance.

  In their presence I declared that the small amount of gold and money I possessed, perhaps some eight hundred croo Varchi, which runs as follows:【1】


  【1】This so is so insipid, so uo Cellini"s real pla art, so false to the far from saintly character of the man, that I er his decease.

  “Who shall, Mattio, yield our pain relief?

  Who shall forbid the sad expense of tears?

  Alas! ‘tis true that in his youthful years

  Our friend hath floo grief.

  “He hath gone up to heaven, he chief

  Of men renoal spheres;

  Among the mighty dead he had no peers,

  Nor shall earth see his like, in my belief.

  O gentle sprite! if love still s,

  Look do love, and view

  These tears that mourn my loss, not thy great good.

  “There dost thou gaze on His beatitude

  Who made our universe, and firue

  The form of Him thy skill for men expressed.”