O fortunate women! and each one was certain Of her own burial-place, and none as yet For sake of France was in her bed deserted. 1597 One o’er the cradle kept her studious watch, And in her lullaby the language used That first delights the fathers and the mothers; Another, drawing tresses from her distaff, Told o’er among her family the tales Of Trojans and of Fesole and Rome. As great a marvel then would have been held A Lapo Salterello, a Cianghella, 1598 As Cincinnatus or Cornelia now. 1599 To such a quiet, such a beautiful Life of the citizen, to such a safe Community, and to so sweet an inn, Did Mary give me, with loud cries invoked, 1600 And in your ancient Baptistery at once 1601 Christian and Cacciaguida I became. 1602