They look when leaning over the balcony,
Or stepp’d from out a picture by Giorgione,
Whose tints are truth and beauty at their best;
And when you to Manfrini’s palace go,
The picture (howsoever fine the rest)
Is loveliest to my mind of all the show;
It may perhaps be also to your zest,
And that’s the cause I rhyme upon it so:
’Tis but a portrait of his son, and wife,
And self; but such a woman! love in life!...