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For August, be your dwelling thirty towers
Within an Alpine valley mountainous,
Where never the sea-wind may vex your house,
But clear life separate. like a star, be yours.
There horses shall wait saddled at all hours,
That ye may mount at morning or at eve:
On each hand either ridge ye shall perceive,
A mile apart, which soon a good beast scours.
So alway, drawing homewards, ye shall tread
Your valley parted by a rivulet
Which day and night shall flow sedate and smooth.
There all through noon ye may possess the shade,
And there your open purses shall entreat
The best of Tuscan cheer to feed your youth.


D'agosto si vi do trenta castella
In una valle d'alpe montanina,
Che non vi possa vento de marina
Per istar sani e chiari come stella;
E palafreni de montare 'n sella,
E cavalcar la sera e la matina,
E l'una terra a l'altra sia vicina,
Ch'un miglo sia la vostra giornatella,
Tornando tutta via verso casa;
E per la valle corra una fiumana,
Che vada notte e di traente e rasa;
E star nel fresco tutta meriggiana;
La vostra borsa sempre a bocca pasa
Per la miglor vivanda di Toscana.