Lady, for joy of lovers numberless
Thou wast created
fair as angels are.
Sure God hath
fallen asleep in heaven afar
When one man calls
the bliss of many his!
Give back to streaming
eyes
The daylight of
thy face, that seems to shun
Those who must
live defrauded of their bliss!
Vex not your pure desire with tears and
sighs:
For he who robs
you of my light hath none.
Dwelling in fear,
sin hath no happiness;
Since, amid those
who love, their joy is less,
Whose great desire
great plenty still curtails,
Than theirs who,
poor, have hope that never fails._
During the siege Michelangelo had been forced to lend the Signory a sum of about 1500 ducats. In the summer of 1533 he corresponded with Sebastiano about means for recovering this loan. On the 16th of August Sebastiano writes that he has referred the matter to the Pope. “I repeat, what I have already written, that I presented your memorial to his Holiness. It was about eight in the evening, and the Florentine ambassador was present. The Pope then ordered the ambassador to write immediately to the Duke; and this he did with such vehemence and passion as I do not think he has displayed on four other occasions concerning the affairs of Florence. His rage and fury were tremendous, and the words he used to the ambassador would stupefy you, could you hear them. Indeed, they are not fit to be written down, and I must reserve them for viva voce. I burn to have half an hour’s conversation with you, for now I know our good and holy master to the ground. Enough, I think you must have already seen something of the sort. In brief, he has resolved that you are to be repaid the 400 ducats of the guardianship and the 500 ducats lent to the old Government.” It may be readily imagined that this restitution of a debt incurred by Florence when she was fighting for her liberties, to which act of justice her victorious tyrant was compelled by his Papal kinsman, did not soften Alessandro’s bad feeling for the creditor.