“Before their eyes the wizard lay, As if he had not been dead a day. His hoary beard in silver rolled, He seemed some seventy winters old; A palmer’s amice wrapped him round. With a wrought Spanish baldric bound. Like a pilgrim from beyond the sea; His left hand held his book of might; A silver cross was in his right; The lamp was placed beside his knee: High and majestic was his look. At which the fellest fiends had shook, And all unruffled was his face:⁠— They trusted his soul had gotten grace.”

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Guido Bonatti, a tiler and astrologer of Fori, who accompanied Guido di Montefeltro when he marched out of Forli to attack the French “under the great oak.” Villani, VII , 81, in a passage in which the he and him get a little entangled, says:⁠—