So shall she be surpassed in utter fall.
Then did I see Bellincion Berti walk,
Begirt with simple leather clasped with bone;
And from her mirror came his spouse with face
Unpainted. Nerli's son and Vecchios, too,
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Were full content with undressed skins alone;
With spindle, too, and distaff were their wives.
O, fortunate were ye! Then was each one
Sure of her burial-place, as yet was none
Deserted in her bed for gain in France.
Thus one would keep a loving watch beside
Her child, and lulling lisp that language old,
All fathers' first delight and mothers' joy.
Another, too, what time she busy spun,
Would tell to all her family round a tale
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