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Rafael made a century of sonnets,
Made and wrote them in a certain volume
Dinted with the silver-pointed pencil
Else he only used to draw Madonnas:

These, the world might view – but one, the volume.
Who that one, you ask? Your heart instructs you...
You and I would rather read that volume...
Would we not? That wonder at Madonnas...

Dante once prepared to paint an angel:
Whom to please? You whisper «Beatrice»...
You and I would rather see that angel,
Painted by the tenderness of Dante,
Would we not? - than read a fresh Inferno.

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