I see your faithful nervy friend, Fortune,
has given you this world's bridle; the bit's
in your hands and at once our peoples know
a firmer peace, a quieter still life,
but we share our vulnerability--
Tagus, Po, Rhine, Danube, Rhone flow swifter,
trembling before you--the vast Ocean girds,
encompasses more unguarded children.
See how at dawn gleams, reflections of light
off your armor melt the barbarians
into air, like clouds the cruel scatter.
March on, your journey is right, only through
its success will our true shepherd Clement
guide the split and hurt flock into one fold.
|An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition|
From V LXII:62. See also B E26:216; R CVIII:313; MSs: CASI, Pc, RA, VI, Ve2, Ve4; 1538/9; 1540-2/44-6; 1552/59-60; 1692 Bulifon; 1760 Rota. Translation: Thérault 501-2. A third to Charles V; upon his coronation by Clement VII in Bologna; Paolo Giovio sent it to Pietro Bembo on June 10, 1530. Key