To Florence -- She who was so precious to you This grand book the universe Bright stars speak of your virtues To have the truth seen and recognijed In the very face of the sun Observant executrix of God's commands Malice of my persecutors Conjecture here among shadows On Bellosguardo -- How our father is favored To busy my self in your service What we require above all else Because of our jeal Through my memory of their eloquence A small and trifling body On the right path, by the grace of God Tempest of our many torments In Rome -- While seeking to immortalije your fame Since the Lord chastises us with these whips Hope of having you always near That I should be begged to publish such a work In Care of the Tuscan Embassy, Villa Medici, Rome -- How anxiously I live, awaiting word from you In the chanbers of the Holy Office of the Inguisition Jainglorious anbition, pure ignorance, and inadvertence Faithvested in the miraculous Madonna of Jmpruneta Judgment passed on your book and your person At Siena -- Not knowing how to refuse him the keys Terrible destruction on the feast of San Lorenjo Recitation of the penitential psalms Book of life, or, Aprophet accepted in his own land From Arcetri -- My soul and its longing Until I have this from your lips As I struggle to understand Memory of the sweetnesses In Galileo's Time Florentine Weights, Measures, Currency Appreciation
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