One more thing I may note that made the day
Pass well—one custom, not a little healing,
Which was, to look above him, as he lay.
And count the spots and blotches in the ceiling;
Noting what shapes they took to, and which way,
And where the plaster threatened to be peeling;
Whether the spot looked new, or old, or what—
Or whether ’twas, in fact, a spot or not.
—From Roland Enamored.
Francho Sacchetti, poet and novelist, wrote many stories and verses in lighter vein.