Piero de’ Medici was forty-eight when his father died. He inherited his
love of letters and was of a kindly nature, “it was due to him,” writes
Machiavelli, “that his partisans did not stain their hands with the
blood of their fellow-citizens.” In June, 1469, his son Lorenzo married
Clarice Orsini, and great festivities took place in the Medici palace,
soon to be followed by sounds of mourning, for Piero died in December.
“Two days later, the principal men of the city and of the State,”
writes Lorenzo in his _Ricordi_, “came to us in our house to condole
with us on our loss, and to encourage me to take charge of the city and
of the government, as my grandfather and my father had done. This I
was most unwilling to accept, on account of my youth and of the great
responsibility and peril, yet for the safety of our friends and of our
possessions I did so. For it is ill living for the rich in Florence
unless they rule the State. Until now we have succeeded with honour and
renown, which I attribute, not to prudence, but to the grace of God and
the good conduct of my ancestors.”
Lorenzo was then in his twenty-second year and Giuliano was sixteen.
Few princes of that time had received such an education as the sons
of Piero de’ Medici. Messer Gentile Becchi of Urbino, a man of great
learning, pure life and high moral character, was their tutor, Landino
taught them Italian literature, Argyropolos Greek, and Marsilio Ficino
the philosophy of Plato. Above all Lorenzo had been well trained by
his mother, a woman of strong good sense, a poetess, yet withal an
excellent housewife. Niccolò Valori describes Lorenzo as “above the
common stature, broad-shouldered and solidly built, robust, and second
to none in agility. Although nature had been a step-mother to him with
regard to his personal appearance, she had acted as a loving mother
in all things connected with the mind. His complexion was dark, and
although his face was not handsome it was so full of dignity as to
compel respect. He was short-sighted, his nose was flattened and he had
no sense of smell. This did not trouble him and he was wont to say that
he was grateful to nature, disagreeable things being more common than
agreeable ones to so delicate a sense.”
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