IN SPAIN
237
The Constable had this, whether you
consider his authority when he sat, his
graceful carriage when he stood, or his
measure when he walked. If I tell you
the Master was very humane and merry,
how shall you know his pleasant and
facetious humour? Or his gravity at the
trial of great deeds? Or his repose or
mildness when he was set? It was as
though the remnant of the excellency of
many long dead in him was preserved as
an ensample; and who could be rude or
common for whom his great house had been
the school of magnanimity?
By the
Loyal
Servitor
As a poet we can hardly measure him, for
Poet
the same fortune that scattered his goods,
robbed him of the offspring of his wit. In
Cancioneros and manuscripts his poems lie
still ungamered: and I have only a few
to show as pieces in the courtly mode and
the fashion of the age. They surpass
others of their kind whether by Juan de
Mena or by the Marquis of Santillana, in
two things: in an apparent passion that
The essence
even yet warms and lightens, and in a
pulse or colour that seems not so much
of poetry
AND MONOGRAPHS
237
The Constable had this, whether you
consider his authority when he sat, his
graceful carriage when he stood, or his
measure when he walked. If I tell you
the Master was very humane and merry,
how shall you know his pleasant and
facetious humour? Or his gravity at the
trial of great deeds? Or his repose or
mildness when he was set? It was as
though the remnant of the excellency of
many long dead in him was preserved as
an ensample; and who could be rude or
common for whom his great house had been
the school of magnanimity?
By the
Loyal
Servitor
As a poet we can hardly measure him, for
Poet
the same fortune that scattered his goods,
robbed him of the offspring of his wit. In
Cancioneros and manuscripts his poems lie
still ungamered: and I have only a few
to show as pieces in the courtly mode and
the fashion of the age. They surpass
others of their kind whether by Juan de
Mena or by the Marquis of Santillana, in
two things: in an apparent passion that
The essence
even yet warms and lightens, and in a
pulse or colour that seems not so much
of poetry
AND MONOGRAPHS