, 726 Ere pass a thousand years? which is a shorter Space to the eterne, than twinkling of an eye Unto the circle that in heaven wheels slowest. 727 With him, who takes so little of the road 728 In front of me, all Tuscany resounded; And now he scarce is lisped of in Siena, Where he was lord, what time was overthrown 729 The Florentine delirium, that superb Was at that day as now ’tis prostitute. Your reputation is the color of grass Which comes and goes, and that discolors it By which it issues green from out the earth.” And I: “Thy true speech fills my heart with good 730 Humility, and great tumor thou assuagest; But who is he, of whom just now thou spakest?” “That,” he replied, “is Provenzan Salvani, 731 And he is here because he had presumed