XI.

_THE PHILOSOPHER._

_Gran fortuna è 'l saper._

Wisdom is riches great and great estate, Far above wealth; nor are the wise unblest If born of lineage vile or race oppressed: These by their doom sublime they illustrate.

They have their griefs for guerdon, to dilate Their name and glory; nay, the cross, the sword Make them to be like saints or God adored; And gladness greets them in the frowns of fate:

For joys and sorrows are their dear delight; Even as a lover takes the weal and woe Felt for his lady. Such is wisdom's might.

But wealth still vexes fools; more vile they grow By being noble; and their luckless light With each new misadventure burns more low.