There is a circle to life,
There is a circle to life,For circles has no beginning and end
For circles has no beginning and end“On this public occasion, Sworn Fathers, if I were not struck by a private mourning in my soul and body, perhaps I would talk at more length, deploring it along with you, acting like an eloquent orator and taking on the role of the good citizen. However, the indignity and impiety of the case burdens and hampers me. Words fail me, and my teeth impede the movements of my tongue.”
Lorenzo de’ Medici stood beneath the two rows of windows, atop the four stairs at the very north end of the Salone dei Cinquecento. In his simply, full-length outer robe of brown, a plain though red camicia beneath, he stood before the packed room with his signature rouge chaperon coiled a
