Lorenzo dei Medici
Yet I, Lorenzo, at whose nod
Princes might kneel who care not though
The Papal messenger of God
Should rise in wrath and call me foe,
In vain descended, stooping low,
Princes might kneel who care not though
The Papal messenger of God
Should rise in wrath and call me foe,
In vain descended, stooping low,
To seek this Savonarola, yet
He with proud speech refused to hear
My words, as though his brows were set
With fairer gems and princelier
Than these imperious gems I wear.
He with proud speech refused to hear
My words, as though his brows were set
With fairer gems and princelier
Than these imperious gems I wear.
This monk, this vassal lowly born,
Lorenzo, the Magnificent,
Received with insolence and scorn—
A pestilent beggar crazed and bent
Had found him scarce so insolent
Lorenzo, the Magnificent,
Received with insolence and scorn—
A pestilent beggar crazed and bent
Had found him scarce so insolent
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