Ii. _On Dante Alighieri._ Poem by Michelangelo Buonarroti
Ii. _On Dante Alighieri._
Quante dirne si de'.
No tongue can tell of him what should be told,
For on blind eyes his splendour shines too strong;
'Twere easier to blame those who wrought him wrong,
Than sound his least praise with a mouth of gold.
He to explore the place of pain was bold,
Then soared to God, to teach our souls by song;
The gates heaven oped to bear his feet along,
Against his just desire his country rolled.
Thankless I call her, and to her own pain
The nurse of fell mischance; for sign take this,
That ever to the best she deals more scorn:
Among a thousand proofs let one remain;
Though ne'er was fortune more unjust than his,
His equal or his better ne'er was born.
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Michelangelo Buonarroti - Rime 250. Quante dirne si de' non si può dire Quante dirne si de’ non si può dire, ché troppo agli orbi il suo splendor s’accese; biasmar si può più ’l popol che l’offese, c’al suo men pregio ogni maggior salire. Questo discese a’ merti del fallire5 per l’util nostro, e poi a Dio ascese; e le porte, che ’l ciel non gli contese, la patria chiuse al suo giusto desire. Ingrata, dico, e della suo fortuna a suo danno nutrice; ond’è ben segno10 c’a’ più perfetti abonda di più guai. Fra mille altre ragion sol ha quest’una: se par non ebbe il suo exilio indegno, simil uom né maggior non nacque mai.