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The Autobiography of Benvenuto Cellini追书网更新最快，(请牢记追书网网址：https://www.zhuishu5.com)

    THIS CAPITOLO I WRITE TO LUCA MARTIN ADDRESSING HIM IN IT AS WILL APPEAR 注释标题 Cellini's Capitolo in Praise of the Prison is clearly made up of pieces written, as escribed above, in the dungeon of S. Angelo, and of passages which he afterwards cposed to bring these pieces into a coherent whole. He has not displayed much literary skill in the redaction, and I have been at pains to preserve the roughness of the original.

    WHOSO would know the power of God's dinion,

    And how a man resembles that high good,

    Must lie in prison, is my firm opinion:

    On grievous thoughts and cares of he must brood, '

    ' Oppressed with carking pains in flesh and bone,

    Far fr his native land full many a rood.

    If you would fain by worthy deeds be known,

    Seek to be prisoned without cause, lie long, '

    ' And find no friend to listen to your moan.

    See that men rob you of your all by wrong;

    Add perils to your life; be used with force,

    Hopeless of help, by brutal foes and strong. '

    'Be driven at length to se mad desperate course;

    Burst fr your dungeon, leap the castle wall;

    Recaptured, find the prison ten times worse.'

    'Now listen, Luca, to the best of all!

    Your leg's been broken; you've been bought and sold;

    Your dungeon's dripping; you've no cloak or shawl.

    Never one friendly word; your victuals cold '

    ' Are brought with sorry news by se base gro

    Of Prato-soldier now-druggist of old.

    Mark well how Glory steeps her sons in glo!

    You have no seat to sit on, save the stool: '

    ' Yet were you active fr your mothe

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