At Mantua till the Ferrarese should pile

A structure worthy her imperial style,

The gardens raise, the statues there enshrine,

She never lived to see)—although his line

Was ancient in her archives and she took

A pride in him, that city, nor forsook

Her child when he forsook himself and spent

A prowess on Romano surely meant

For his own growth—whither he ne'er resorts

If wholly satisfied (to trust reports)