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Forse se tu gustassi una sol volta / La millesima parte delle gioje, / Che gusta un cor amato riamando, / Diresti ripentita sospirando, / Perduto e tutto il tempo / Che in amar non si sponde. / Hadst thou but tasted once the thousandth part / Of joys, which bless the loved and loving heart, / Your words repentant and your sighs would prove, / Lost is the time which is not passed in love. / Tasso
The monks having attended their abbot to the door of his cell, he dismissed them with an air of conscious superiority in which humility's semblance combated with the reality of pride.