Il piede, come il suo Michele Santo
Piantó sul draco. Mentre ch’ io ragiono
Lo vedo torcere con flebil suono
Le rilucenti scaglie. Ha questi affranto
Due volte i miei maggior. Me solo intanto
Neppure muove, ed io non l’ abbandono.
Io mi rammento quando fur cacciati
I Medici; pur quando Ghibellino
E Guelfo fecer pace mi rammento.
Fiorenza i suoi giojelli m’ ha prestati;
E quando penso ch’ Agnolo il divino
Su me posava, insuperbir mi sento.
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