- Già non si deve a te doglia né pianto,
Ché se muori al mondo, in ciel rinasci,
E qui dove ti spogli il fragil manto
Di gloria impresse alte vestigia hor lasci:
Vivesti qual guerrier christiano e santo,
E come tal sei morto; hor cibi e pasci
D'eterno ben te stessa, o felice alma,
Et hai di bene oprar corona e palma.
Vivi beata pur, ché nostra sorte,
Non tua sventura, a lagrimar n'invita
. . .
"Not for you must we feel sorrow, and cry: you may have died to the world but are born again in heaven. Here, where you undressed your frail cloak, you now leave high signs of glory. You lived as a Christian knight, a saint knight, and you died as such. Now you feed and satisfy yourself on the eternal good, O happy soul, and receive the crown and palm of good deeds. Live in bliss! Our own lot, not your misfortune, invites us to weep . . ."