Vitruvius Pollio, I dieci libri dell?architettura, 1567

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                  Hor ſegue quello, che mia muſa moſtra,
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                  Della rugiada dir', & della brina
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                  Et del reſto conſorm'a ſimil moſtra.
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                  Dolce calor dalla luce diuina
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                  Dolcemente un uapor lieua dal piano,
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                  Nella parte dell'aer piu uicina.
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                  La notte col ſuo freddo uelo, & piano
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                  Reſtringe quel uapor', & quell'inuoglie
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                  In gocciole connerſo a man'a mano.
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                  Quest' all'herbette, a i fior', & alle foglie
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                  Tremolando s'accoſta, & nel mattino,
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                  I bei raggi del Sol, qual ſpecchio accoglie.
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                  Simil uapor'fa il gelo mattutino;
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                  Ma perch'il gelo è piu potente, & forte,
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                  Però ſi strigne & diuenta piu fino.
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                  Speſſo ſi ſono le perſone accorte
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                  Ch'al baſſo la rugiada ſi condenſa
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                  Per non eſſer calor, ch'alto la porte.
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                  Perche ſedend'a diletteuol menſa
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                  Ne bei prati la ſera, hanno ſentito,
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                  Che tal uapor di ſotto ſi diſpenſa.
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                  Il luogo, & la ſtagion fanno l'inuito
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                  A queſt'impreſſion, che ſpeſs' amaro
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                  Et ſpeß'ha dolc'il guſto, & ſaporito.
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                  S'hebbe gia un cibo precioſo & caro,
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                  Simil alla rugiada, far per fede,
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                  Quanto puo il aielo con inditio chiaro.
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                  Nella diſerta piaggia oue non uede
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                  Naſcer herbette il Sol', o ſorger fonte,
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                  Fa fatt'un popol d'ogni cibo herede.
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                  Col guſto lor', & con le uoglie pronte
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                  Vn'eſca ſol'haueua ogni ſapore,
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                  Odi coſe incredibili, ma conte.
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                  Er'un paeſe, ou'il diuin fauore
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                  Conduceua la gent'a Dio diletta,
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                  Sott'il ueſſillo d'un gran conduttore.
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                  In quello in uece d'acqua pura, & neta,
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                  Candido latte, & dolce mel correa,
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                  Ogni coſa in ſuo grado era perfetta:
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                  Ma giugner prima, ou'andar ſi douea
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                  Senza fatica, & camin aſpro, & pieno
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                  D'ogni diſagio, & mal non ſi potea.
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                  Il popol ſi ſentiua uenir meno,
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                  Et della uita & delle ſue ſperanze,
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                  Et al mal dire non haueua freno.
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                  Il capitano alle celeſti ſtanze
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                  Gli occhi, & le palme humilmente uolgendo,
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                  Pregò, ſecondo le ſue antiche uſanze.
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                  Padre (dicea) del ciel ſe ben comprendo
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                  Hauer condotta la tua gente in loco,
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                  Oue la morte ſenza te n'attendo.
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                  Tu, che partiſti gli elementi, e al fuoco
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                  Seggio ſublime, & piu capace deſti
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                  E'l troppo al mezo riduceſti, e'l poco:
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                  Pur'io confido ne i miei uoti honeſti,
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                  Che ſon fondati nelle tue promeſſe,
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                  Che grat'il noſtro male non haureſti.
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                  Meco ſon queſte genti, & io con eſſe,
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                  Eſſe alla mia, & io ſto alla tua uoce,
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                  Voce, che ſta nelle tue uoglie ſteſſe.
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                  Ecco l'aſpro ſentier quanto lenoce,
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                  Quant'è l'error fallace delle ſtrade,
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                  Quat'è la fame indomita, & atroce.
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                  Tu ſei la uia, tu ſei la ueritade,
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                  Tu ſei la uita, però dolce padre
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                  Moſtraci il uer camino per pietade.
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                  Porg'il cibo bramato alle tue ſquadre,
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                  Et fa, che ſi comprenda, che ne ſei
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                  Preſente, con queſt'opere leggiadre.
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                  Vdì la uoce il padre de gli Dei
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                  Del Capitan fedele, & ſuo gran duolo,
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                  Moſtrò quant'ama i buoni, & odia i rei.
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                  Però chiamand'il ſuo beato ſtuolo
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                  Quello, ch'il ſuo uoler'in terra ſpiega,
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                  Einnant'ogn'hor li ſtà con dolce uolo.
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                  Diſſegli, poi ch'al giuſto non ſi niega
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                  Giuſta dimanda, hor gite oue ſi ſerua
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                  L'ambroſia noſtra, e'l nettare ſi lega
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                  Ne i uaſi eterni, in eterna conſerua:
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                  Di queſta ſopra la diſerta piaggia,
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                  Oue il popolo mio la fame ſnerua,
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                  Tanta dal Ciel per ogni uerſo caggia,
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                  Ch'ogn'un'il ſeno ſi riempi, & goda
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                  Nè ui ſia tribu, ch'in copia non n'haggia.
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                  Ecco una ſchiera di quei ſpirti ſnoda
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                  Le celeſti uiuande giu dal cielo,
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                  Piouen quell'eſca, per ch'ognun la roda.
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                  L'afflitta turba, che dal chiaro uelo
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                  Del bel ſeren'intorno, uede & mira
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                  Scender'il dolce, & traſparente gelo,
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                  Deſioſa la coglie, & pon giu l'ira,
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                  Che la fame nodriſce, & ſene ſatia
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                  Con merauiglia, & quanto puo reſpira.
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                  L'alto ſtupor di coſi rara gratia
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                  Conduce a dir'ogn'un, che cos'è queſta? </s>
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                  Qual boccanon fia ſtanca pria, che ſatia?
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