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A Journey to Crete, Costantinople, Naples and Florence: Three Months Abroad
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One since has quenched the other, and the sword
Is grafted on the crook; and so conjoined
Each must perforce decline to worse, unawed
By fear of other.
Cary’s translation.
11
The Church of Rome,
Mixing two governments that ill assort,
Hath missed her footing, fallen into the mire,
And there herself and burden much defiled.
12
Ah Constantine! to how much ill gave birth,
Not thy conversion, but that plentous dower,
Which the first wealthy Father gained from thee.
Cary’s Dante.
13
No purpose was of ours
That on the right hand of our successors,
Part of the Christian people should be set,
And part upon their left; nor that the keys,
Which were vouchsafed me, should for ensign serve
Unto the banners, that do levy war
On the baptized.
14
Supreme of gifts which God, creating, gave
Of his free bounty, sign most evident
Of goodness, and in his account most prized,
Was liberty of will, the boon wherewith
All intellectual creatures, and them sole,
He hath endowed.
15
Let us honour the sublime Poet, his great soul is appeased.
16
“I was brought here to honour the triumph of him whom I sent into exile.”
Is grafted on the crook; and so conjoined
Each must perforce decline to worse, unawed
By fear of other.
Cary’s translation.
11
The Church of Rome,
Mixing two governments that ill assort,
Hath missed her footing, fallen into the mire,
And there herself and burden much defiled.
12
Ah Constantine! to how much ill gave birth,
Not thy conversion, but that plentous dower,
Which the first wealthy Father gained from thee.
Cary’s Dante.
13
No purpose was of ours
That on the right hand of our successors,
Part of the Christian people should be set,
And part upon their left; nor that the keys,
Which were vouchsafed me, should for ensign serve
Unto the banners, that do levy war
On the baptized.
14
Supreme of gifts which God, creating, gave
Of his free bounty, sign most evident
Of goodness, and in his account most prized,
Was liberty of will, the boon wherewith
All intellectual creatures, and them sole,
He hath endowed.
15
Let us honour the sublime Poet, his great soul is appeased.
16
“I was brought here to honour the triumph of him whom I sent into exile.”
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