Classic Poem

Rime riche

If Cecco'd stay at home and not be seen
 He'd hear such things as no man wants to see;
For soon as Messer Sposo's off the scene,
 They say Fra Gian forgets his future see,
While he and Cecco's wife as one adore
 Some common saint. Now no one surely knows
If't be Saint Venus of the Bolted Door,
 But gossip wags it so with “ayes” and “noes.”
I'm not the one to say if such things be,
 But Mona Giulia might be watched a bit,
And one might hint, “Cecco, a great black bee
 Sips at your honey,” or “Another's bit
Your topmost apple” It's always well
To see no poisoner lurks about one's well.