DINO FRESCOBALDI I SONNET Of what his Lady is THIS is the damsel by whom love is brought Its opposite rejecting in like wise, II SONNET Of the Star of his Love THAT star the highest seen in heaven's expanse Which bears good will whereso it may alight; My sins within an instant perished all And this Love knows; for I have told it him. GIOTTO DI BONDONE CANZONE Of the Doctrine of Voluntary Poverty MANY there are, praisers of Poverty; A hard extreme it doth to me appear, For seldom are extremes without some vice. Let every edifice, Of work or word, secure foundation find; And all things perilous, so well prepar'd Of poverty which is against the will, For oftentimes it makes the judge unjust; And theft and wicked lies, And casts a good man from his fellows' trust. Of gold that lacks, wit seems a lacking too. Of the real back, farewell all dignity. Each therefore strives that he Should by no means admit her to his sight, Of poverty which seems by choice elect, That 'tis observed or unobserved at will. Nor lore of life, nor plea Of virtue, can her cold regard instil. To name as virtue that which stifles good. On a thing bestial to make consequent Virtue's inspired advent To understanding hearts acceptable: For the most wise most love with her to dwell. Here mayst thou find some issue of demur : Nay, what His meaning be Search well His words are wonderfully deep, Oft doubly sensed, asking interpreter. And look within, the inmost truth to reap. His holy words with His most holy life. Which to all things apportions time and place. And why? 'Twas His to point a higher life. But here, on earth, our senses show us still How they who preach this thing are least at peace, Much thought how from this thing they should escape. He shall assert his strength like a wild wolf, Or daily mask himself Afresh, until his will be brought to shape; Ay, and so wear the cape That direst wolf shall seem like sweetest lamb Beneath the constant sham. Hence, by their art, this doctrine plagues the world: From where they sit in high hypocrisy, No corner of the world seems safe to me. Go, Song, to some sworn owls that we have known But if they be stiff-neck'd, Belabour them until their heads are down. SIMONE DALL' ANTELLA PROLONGED Sonnet In the last Days of the Emperor Henry VII ALONG the road all shapes must travel by, And of her presence was not made aware, Who lurest the poor wanderer on his way, But never bring'st him where his rest may be,- O leave him now, for he is gone astray Himself out of his very self through thee, Till now the broken stems his feet betray, And, caught with boughs before and boughs behind, GIOVANNI QUIRINO TO DANTE ALIGHIERI SONNET He commends the work of Dante's life, then drawing to its close; and deplores his own deficiencies GLORY to God and to God's Mother chaste, That heavenly wealth which the worm cannot waste : The precious talent given thee by God's grace : The moon's globe dark, when so she is debarr'd DANTE ALIGHIERI TO GIOVANNI QUIRINO SONNET He answers the foregoing Sonnet; saying what he feels at the approach of Death THE King by whose rich grace His servants be To the Creator I His creature swell Their song, and all their love possesses me. So, when I contemplate the great reward To which our God has called the Christian seed, And then my soul is grieved in thy regard, APPENDIX TO PART I I FORESE DONATI WHAT follows relates to the very filmiest of all the will-o'-the-wisps which have beset me in making this book. I should be glad to let it lose itself in its own quagmire, but am perhaps bound to follow it as far as may be. Ubaldini, in his Glossary to Barberino, (published in 1640, and already several times referred to here,) has a rather startling entry under the word Vendetta. After describing this "custom of the country," he says:— "To leave a vengeance unaccomplished was considered very shameful; and on this account Forese de' Donati sneers at Dante, who did not avenge his father Alighieri: saying to him ironically,— 'Ben sò che fosti figliuol d' Alighieri; and hence perhaps Dante is menaced in Hell by the Spirit of one of his race." Now there is no hint to be found anywhere that Dante's father, who died about 1270, in the poet's childhood, came by his death in any violent way. The spirit met in Hell (C. xxix.) is Geri son of Bello Alighieri, and Dante's great-uncle; and he is there represented as passing his kinsman in contemptuous silence on account of his own death by the hand of one of the Sacchetti, which remained till then unavenged, and so continued till after Dante's death, when Cione Alighieri fulfilled the vendetta by slaying a Sacchetti at the door of his house. If Dante is really the person addressed in the sonnet quoted by Ubaldini, I think it probable (as I shall show presently when I give the whole sonnet) that the ironical allusion is to the death of Geri Alighieri. But indeed the real writer, the real subject, and the real object of this clumsy piece of satire, seem about equally puzzling. Forese Donati, to whom this Sonnet and another I shall quote are attributed, was the brother of Gemma Donati, Dante's wife, and of Corso and Piccarda Donati. Dante introduces him in the Purgatory (C. xxiii.) as expiating the sin of gluttony. From what is there said, he seems to have been well known in youth to Dante, who speaks also of having wept his death; but at the same time he hints that the life they led together was disorderly and a subject for regret. This can hardly account for such violence as is shown in these sonnets, said to have been written from one to the other; but it is not impossible, of course, that a rancour, perhaps temporary, may have existed at some time between them, especially as Forese probably adhered with the |