My ancestors and I our birthplace had Where first is found the last ward of the city 1614 By him who runneth in your annual game. 1615 Suffice it of my elders to hear this; But who they were, and whence they thither came, Silence is more considerate than speech. All those who at that time were there between Mars and the Baptist, fit for bearing arms, 1616 Were a fifth part of those who now are living; But the community, that now is mixed With Campi and Certaldo and Figghine, 1617 Pure in the lowest artisan was seen. O how much better ’twere to have as neighbors The folk of whom I speak, and at Galluzzo 1618 And at Trespiano have your boundary, Than have them in the town, and bear the stench Of Aguglione’s churl, and him of Signa 1619 Who has sharp eyes for trickery already.