After reading your letter, I wept a whole night for my dear
master, not on his own account, for his piety permits us not to doubt
that he is now happy, but for myself and for his whom he has
left in this world, like a vessel in a stormy sea without a pilot.
master, not on his own account, for his piety permits us not to doubt
that he is now happy, but for myself and for his whom he has
left in this world, like a vessel in a stormy sea without a pilot.
Petrarch
