A splendour of cherubic glory showed.
Of one I’ll speak; for, if we tell the worth 40
Of one, ’tis true of both, whiche’er we take,
For to one end each laboured from his birth.
Between Tupino and the streams that break 43
From the hill chosen by Ubaldo blest,
A lofty mount a fertile slope doth make;
Perugia’s Sun-gate from that lofty crest 46
Feels heat and cold; Nocer’ and Gualdo pine
Behind it, by their heavy yoke opprest.