and St Peters. 7. The little black gallery of pictures, where among others I was shewn the pictures of Martin Luther, Nicolas Macchiavel, and Ceasar Borgia, the two last great corrupters of policy and Manners. 8. The low cool gallery, full of statues and pictures, especially of the Borghesian family. That of Paulus Quintus in a small mosaic work is scarce to be discovered from Painting: as also the Assumption of our Lady in the same work. There I saw also Titian's own picture, and the rare Crucifix made by Michaelangelo, so to life, that some men have fabulously given out that he drew it after a crucified man.
From hence I went to the Mausoleum Augusti, or the Tomb of Augustus Caesar standing near St Roch's church in a place hard to be found out. It was once one of the neatest structures in Rome. And it was but fitting that the first of the Emperors should have an honorable tomb; and that he who having found Rome built of brick only, had left it all of marble, should have a marble monument erected to him after his death. Urbem Lateritiam inveni, marmoream relinquo: said Augustus. The mausoleum was a round building of white marble, going up with four stories set round with pillars, and each story growing lesser and lesser, with green trees set about every Story; having at the top of all the brazen statue of Augustus. It was two hundred and fifty cubits high. But now it’s much defaced, and we see something of the greatness of but little of its beauty.
