In un boschetto trovai pastorella Più che la stella bella al mio parere, Capegli avea biondetti e ricciutelli. Some of his songs and ballads have considerable grace and nature; but they were considered by himself as mere trifles. His grand work on which his fame long rested, is a "Canzone sopra l'Amore," in which the subject is so profoundly and so philosophically treated, that seven voluminous commentaries in Latin and Italian have not yet enabled the world to understand it. The following Sonnet is deservedly celebrated for the consummate beauty of the picture it resents, and will give a fair idea of the platonic extravagance of the time. Chi è questa che vien ch' ogni uom la mira! Che fa tremar di caritate l' a're? E mena seco amor, sì che parlare Null' uom ne puote; ma ciascun sospira? Ahi dio! che sembra quando gli occhi gira! Dicalo Amor, ch'io nol saprei contare; Cotanto d' umiltà donna mi pare Che ciascun' altra inver di lei chiam' ira. Non si porria contar la sua piacenza; Che a lei s'inchina ogni gentil virtute, E la beltate per sua Dea la mostra. Non è si alta già la mente nostra E non s'è posta in noi tanta salute Che propriamente n' abbian conoscenza! LITERAL TRANSLATION. "Who is this, on whom all men gaze as she approacheth!--who causeth the very air to tremble around her with tenderness?--who leadeth Love by her side--in whose presence men are dumb; and can only sigh? Ah! Heaven! what power in every glance of those eyes! Love alone can tell; for I have neither words nor skill! She alone is the Lady of gentleness--beside her, all others seem ungracious and unkind. Who can describe her sweetness, her loveliness? to her every virtue bows, and beauty points to her as her own divinity. The mind of man cannot soar so high, nor is it sufficiently purified by divine grace to understand and appreciate all her perfections!" The vagueness of this portrait is a part of its beauty:--it is like a lovely dream--and probably never had any existence, but in the fancy of the Poet.