“Comely, and fair, and gentle of aspectHe seem'd . . . .   then smiling spoke;'I am Manfredi . . . .   When by two mortal blowsMy frame was shatter'd, I betook myselfWeeping to him, who of free will forgives. . . . . . . Had this text divineBeen of Cosenza's shepherd better scanned,Who then by Clement on my hunt was set,Yet at the bridge's head my bones had lainNear Benevento, by the heavy moleProtected; but the rain now drenches them,And the wind drives.'”