Fancy ranges as the eye ranges, Out of sight is out of mind. Love departs and is not love: As from sight the eye departs Even so do hearts from hearts; And at other hands we prove Fancies love as the eyes rove, Parted pleasures come again.' When the summer came, and she was on the point of[70] leaving Rome, she said to him, without seeking to conceal her gentle emotion— [70] 'When we meet again I know you will not love me any more. That is love. But think of me always as a friend.' He did not love her, certainly; nevertheless during the heat and tedium of the days that followed, certain cadences of that dulcet voice returned to him like a haunting melody, suggesting visions of a garden, fresh with splashing fountains, where Bianca wandered in company with other fair women playing on the viol and singing as in a vignette of the 'Dream of Polyphilo.' And Bianca passed and was succeeded by others—sometimes two at a time; but it was finally the little ivory Death's-head which had belonged to the Cardinal Immenraet, the funereal jewel dedicated to an unknown Ippolita, that suggested to him the caprice of tempting Donna Ippolita Albonico.[71] [71] CHAPTER IX Donna Ippolita Albonico had a great air of princely nobility in her whole person, and bore some resemblance to Maria Maddalena of Austria, wife of Cosimo ii. of Medici, whose portrait by Suttermans is at Florence in the possession of the Corsinis. She affected a sumptuous style of dress—brocades, velvets, laces—and the high Medici collars which seemed the most
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