O dolci mani mansuete e pure,
o mani elitte a bell’opre pietose,
a carezzar fanciulli, a coglier rose,
a pregar, giunte per le sventure.
Dunque in vio, fatte dall’amor secure,
giustizia le sue sacre armi depose?
Voi deste morte, o man vittoriose,
o dolci mani mansuete e pure!
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