mvaljean525: Gentiles animi maxima pars mei, Communi nimium sorte quid angeris? Quid curis ani
mvaljean525: Gentiles animi maxima pars mei, Communi nimium sorte quid angeris? Quid curis animum lugubribus teris, Et me discrucias simul?Passi digna quidem perpetuo sumus Luctu, qui mediis (heu miseri) sacris Illum, illum juvenem vidimus, O nefas! Stratum sacrilega manu!At sunt attonito quæ dare pectori Solamen valeant plurima, nam super Est, qui vel gremio creverit in tuo, Laurens Etruriæ caput.Laurens quem patriæ cœlicolum pater Tutum terrifica gorgone præstitit; Quem Tuscus pariter, quem Venetus Leo Servant, et Draco pervigil.Illi bellipotens excubat Hercules; Illi fatiferis militat arcubus; Illi mittit equos Francia martios, Felix Francia regibus.Circumstat populus murmure dissono; Circumstant juvenem purpurei patres; Causa vincimus et robore militum; Hac stat Juppiter, hac favet.Quare, O cum misera quid tibi Nenia, Si nil proficimus? quin potius gravis Absterisse bono lætitiæ die Audes nubila pectoris.Nam cum jam gelidos umbra reliquerit Artus, non dolor hanc perpetuus retro Mordacesve trahunt sollicitudines, Mentis, curaque pervicax.-O Friend, whose woes this bosom shares,Why ceaseless mourn our mutual cares?Ah! why thy days to grief resign,With thy regrets recalling mine?Eternal o’er the atrocious deed,‘Tis true our kindred hearts may bleed,When he, twin glory of our land,Fell by a sacrilegious hand!But sure, my friend, there yet remainsSome solace for these piercing pains,Whilst he, once nurtured at thy side,Lorenzo lives, Etruria’s pride.Lorenzo, o’er whose favoured headJove his terrific gorgon spread;Whose steps the lion-pair await,Of Florence and Venetia’s state.For him his crest the dragon rears;For him the Herculean band appears;Her martial succour Gallia brings—Gallia, that glories in her kings!See round the youth the purpled bandOf venerable fathers stand;Exulting crowds around him throng,And hail him as he moves along.Strong in our cause and in our friends,Our righteous battle Jove defends;Thy useless sorrows then represt,Let joy once more dilate thy breast.To animate the clay-cold frame,No sighs shall fan the vital flame;Nor all the tears that love can shedRecall to life the silent dead.—-Ad Gentilem EpiscopumPoliziano / Agnolo (Angelo) Ambrogini 1454–1494 —-Graphic - Giorgio Vasari 1511-1574 -- source link