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The only love-verses of Alfieri were addressed to one whom he truly and passionately loved. "Tutte le rime amorose che seguono," says he, "tutte sono per essa, e ben sue, e di lei solamente; poiche mai d'altra donna per certo con cantero." These great men were not free from affectation. But their affectation was directly opposed to the affectation which generally prevailed.

Luitur enim etiam homicidium certo armentorum ac pecorum numero, recipitque satisfactionem universa domus: utiliter in publicum; quia periculosiores sunt inimicitiae juxta libertatem. Convictibus et hospitiis non alia gens effusius indulget. Quemcunque mortalium arcere tecto, nefas habetur: pro fortuna quisque apparatis epulis excipit.

To tell the truth, his arguments were somewhat feeble; he kept expatiating for the most part on the necessity, before all things, of possessing 'un certo estro d'inspirazione' a certain force of inspiration! Frau Lenore remarked to him that he had, to be sure, possessed such an 'estro' and yet ... 'I had enemies, Pantaleone observed gloomily.

Seeing now, too late, the resuit of his foolish mistrust, Cefalo follows with prayers and self-reproaches Son ben certo Che tu mi cognoscesti ancor coperto but in vain. The act ends with a song in which Aurora glories in the success of her revenge Festegiam con tutto il core; Biastemate hor meco Amore!

Diffugimus visu exsangues, illi agmine certo Laocoonta petunt . . . Aeneid, ii. 212-213. Here the force is presented to us as terrible also; and contemplative sublimity passes into the pathetic. We see that force enter really into strife with man's impotence. Whether it concerns Laocoon or ourselves is only a question of degree.

The heart leaps with sympathy when we read that, on the first proclamation by the herald, the immense assembled multitude, in the tumult of astonishment and joy, could scarcely believe their own ears, and made him repeat the proclamation, and then 'Tum ab certo jam gaudio, tantus cum clamore, plausus est ortus, totiesque repetitus, ut facile appararet nihil omnium bonorum multitudini gratius quam libertatem esse.

"And now, signorino," Gaspare concluded, "they are all laughing at him in Marechiaro. He dare not show himself any more in the Piazza. When a man cannot go any more into the Piazza Madonna!" He shrugged his shoulders and spread out his hands in a gesture of contemptuous pity. "E' finito!" he exclaimed. "Certo!" said Maurice. He was resolved that he would never be in such a case.

. . . . Qui propria voglia, Son capo, son qui duce, son lor Prence. And another: . . . Whom shall we find Sufficient? . . . This enterprise None shall partake with me. A chi bastera l' anima di voi? . . . certo che quest' affare A la mia man s' aspetta. Milton's Terror is partially taken from the Megera of the Italian poet.

Cousin Stephen, you will never be a saint. Isle of saints. You were awfully holy, weren't you? You prayed to the Blessed Virgin that you might not have a red nose. You prayed to the devil in Serpentine avenue that the fubsy widow in front might lift her clothes still more from the wet street. O si, certo! Sell your soul for that, do, dyed rags pinned round a squaw.

At the beginning of the ninth century it boasted several fine buildings, to which a rich man named Andreaccio Saracenis, mentioned as "Certo zitadino nobile zintilhomo si de generazion come di richeza," contributed.