"Wherefore, Rogero, since no cavalier

  Mates thee in beauteous form and daring feat,

  Since thou in matchless valour hast no peer,

  And none with thee in gentleness compete,

  Why cannot we, 'mid godlike gifts and clear,

  Allow thee truth, thy graces to complete?

  The praise of spotless truth to thee allow,

  To which all other virtues yield and bow?