As from heaven down to a humble roof
Beneficent Jove descents to us here below,
and to avoid blinding mortal eyes
with such a noble sight, takes human shape:
so to my poor dwelling came Henri
without royal show, which blinds and dazzles–
Henri, whom fate chose for such an empire
that one world alone cannot contain it.
Even so disguised, into my heart
he shone such a ray of his divine virtue
that my innate strength completely failed me.
So, assured of the depth of my affection,
he took away my image, in enamel and paint,
away with him in gracious, open spirit.
–Veronica Franco, Sonnet 1 on Henri III