Gli amorini, da Agnolo Poliziano.
Oltre intorno alle amorini
battute nude qua e là volando:
che con le ali di mille colori
le rose erano sparsi messa in onda,
che riempivano la sua faretra di fiori freschi,
quindi la stavano riversando sul letto,
come la nuvola che cade rotto
fermi sulle ali, e poi giù lo scuotimento.
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