Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat.

Kiss me as if you made believe You were not sure this eve, How my face, your flower, had pursed It's petals up.

Tis Man's to explore up and down, inch by inch, with the taper his reason.

Though Rome's gross yoke Drops off, no more to be endured, Her teaching is not so obscured By errors and perversities, That no truth shines athwart the lies.

So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee.

Graved inside of it, "Italy".

Smiling the boy fell dead.