And a Cavallo shall make such a font Of poetry in famed Ancona run, As that winged courser on Parnassus' mount;
Or was it on the hill of Helicon?
'Tis Beatrice, who next uprears her front, Whereof so speaks the writing on the stone:
"Her consort Beatrice, while she has breath, Blesses, and leaves unhappy at her death;
