Tell me what is the cause why thou displayest In word and look that dear thou holdest me?” And I to him: “Those dulcet lays of yours Which, long as shall endure our modern fashion, Shall make forever dear their very ink!” “O brother,” said he, “he whom I point out,” And here he pointed at a spirit in front, “Was of the mother tongue a better smith. Verses of love and proses of romance, 1048 He mastered all; and let the idiots talk, Who think the Lemosin surpasses him. 1049 To clamor more than truth they turn their faces, And in this way establish their opinion, Ere art or reason has by them been heard. Thus many ancients with Guittone did, 1050 From cry to cry still giving him applause, Until the truth has conquered with most persons. Now, if thou hast such ample privilege ’Tis granted thee to go unto the cloister Wherein is Christ the abbot of the college, To him repeat for me a Paternoster,