Mentor, harness yourself in your Life and Bloom
And how the Pupil your Influence missed
Wondering why your Dames whether the Gloom
And left this Easel which you so long Kissed
That looking Inward at my own Exam
If any of my Verses caused Offense;
Or Green the Slime's Blood such Harmony ban
Was merely a Tribute at my own Defense
Whichever Abode your Fourteen Muses roam
May they with Tunes your Brand Immortalise
Beyond me - Succeed past my Heaven's Conform
Your Gift the Italian must Recognise.
That my Finest Art blurs with your Compare
Brush my Lessons learn your Return does Fare.
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