This worthy Clerk benignëly answér’d; “Hostë,” quoth he, “I am under your yerd, 2426 Ye have of us as now the governánce, And therefore would I do you obeisánce, As far as reason asketh, hardily: 2427 I will you tell a talë, which that I Learn’d at Padova of a worthy clerk, As proved by his wordës and his werk. He is now dead, and nailed in his chest, I pray to God to give his soul good rest. Francis Petrarc’, the laureate poét, 2428 Hightë 2429 this clerk, whose rhetoric so sweet Illumin’d all Itále of poetry, As Linian 2430 did of philosophy, Or law, or other art particulére: But death, that will not suffer us dwell here But as it were a twinkling of an eye, Them both hath slain, and allë we shall die.