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THE LIFE OF MICHAEL ANGELO
Amezzami la strada, c'al ciel sale,
Signior mie caro . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Mectimi in odio quante 'l mondo vale,
E quante suo bellezze onoro e colo,
C'anzi morte caparri ecterna vita.[1]
("Poems," cl.)
Carico d'anni e di pechati pieno …[2]
("Poems," clv.)
Di morte certo, ma non gia dell' ora …[3]
("Poems," clvii.)
XXVII
See pp. 165 and 166
I' sto rinchiuso come la midolla
Da la suo scorza, qua pover' et solo.
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In un sacco di quoio ossa et capresti,
Tre pilole di pec' in un bocciuolo.[4]
Gl' occhi di biffa macinat' et pesti,
I denti come tasti di stormento,
- ↑ "The idle fancies of the world have robbed me of my time, which had been given to me for the contemplation of God … Dear Lord, shorten for me by half the road which leads to heaven, give me a hatred of everything which the world desires, of all its beauties which I honour and serve. May death gain for me eternal life!"
- ↑ "Burdened with years and heavy with sin."
- ↑ "Certain of my death, but not of the hour of my death …"
- ↑ An allusion to the stone from which he suffered. "Tre pietre nella vesica," explains Frey.
