Thou wouldst have seen me sprinkled o’er with pallor. From my own sowing such the straw I reap! O human race! why dost thou set thy heart Where interdict of partnership must be? 794 This is Renier; this is the boast and honor 795 Of the house of Calboli, where no one since Has made himself the heir of his desert. And not alone his blood is made devoid, ’Twixt Po and mount, and sea-shore and the Reno, 796 Of good required for truth and for diversion; 797 For all within these boundaries is full Of venomous roots, so that too tardily By cultivation now would they diminish. Where is good Lizio, and Arrigo Manardi, 798 Pier Traversaro, and Guido di Carpigna, 799 O Romagnuoli into bastards turned? When in Bologna will a Fabbro rise? 800