Sonnet
(He jests concerning his Poverty)
I am so passing rich in poverty
That I could furnish forth Paris and Rome,
Pisa and Padua and Byzantium,
Venice and Lucca, Florence and Forli;
For I possess in actual specie,
Of Nihil and of nothing a great sum;
And unto this my hoard whole shiploads come,
What between nought and zero, annually.
In gold and precious jewels I have got
A hundred ciphers’ worth, all roundly writ;
And therewithal am free to feast my friend.
Because I need not be afraid to spend,
Nor doubt the safety of my wealth a whit:
No thief will ever steal thereof, God wot.
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Tr: D G Rosetti.
Bartolomeo di Sant’ Angelo
Italian Poet
13th Century
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