Now that lofty scorn and full piety

Now that lofty scorn and full piety,
the nobility of your soul all turn
your iron feet to rebuild for Jesus
our shaken armies, to honor yourself

I pray to God with a desire so
strong I feel it in my loins to help you
to your ends--may you shiver
of the fierce barbaric enemy and

scatter their bones across the continents.
Triumphs, rivers, mountains, immortal names,
victories like his, yours--he always loved

my punning on my name, for I was his--
but enough of my Sun's brief day--only
you are left to make his kind of splendor.

An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition
From V, p. 383 (unnumbered). See also B E3:204; MSs L, CAS, CASI, RA. To Alfonso d'Avalos, Marchese del Vasto, said to have been written at the time of his expedition into Turkey; since it refers to Pescara's death, it has to have been written after November 1525; Del Vasto honored for fighting against the "infidels" in 1531-2. Key

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