To Vittoria Colonna. Brazen Gifts For Golden.
Per esser manco almen. Seeking at least to be not all unfit For thy sublime and boundless courtesy, My lowly thoughts at first were fain to try What they could yield for grace so infinite. But now I know my unassisted wit Is all too weak to make me soar so high; For pardon, lady, for this fault I cry, And wiser still I grow remembering it. Yea, well I see what folly 'twere to think That largess dropped from thee like dews from heaven Could e'er be paid by work so frail as mine! To nothingness my art and talent sink; He fails who from his mortal stores hath given A thousandfold to match one gift divine.
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"Per esser manco almen...."
Exploring the themes of classical-poetry, Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni delivers a powerful performance in "To Vittoria Colonna. Brazen Gifts For Golden."... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...