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BINDO.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Nothing new;

The same old tale of violence and wrong.

Since the disastrous day at Monte Murlo,

When in procession, through San Gallo's gate,

Bareheaded, clothed in rags, on sorry steeds,

Philippo Strozzi and the good Valori

Were led as prisoners down the streets of Florence,

Amid the shouts of an ungrateful people,

Hope is no more, and liberty no more.

Duke Cosimo, the tyrant, reigns supreme.