That spoke the good word for me in the nick,
Like the Prior's niece ... Saint Lucy, I would say.
And so all's saved for me, and for the church
A pretty picture gained. Go, six months hence!
Your hand, sir, and good-by: no lights, no lights!
The street's hushed, and I know my own way back,
Don't fear me! There's the gray beginning, Zooks!
ANDREA DEL SARTO
CALLED "THE FAULTLESS PAINTER"
But do not let us quarrel any more,