Cavalcanti took a step forward, his face purple with anger that this tipstaff ruffian should take such a tone with him.
Their mutual friendship and brotherly rivalry almost recall the loves of Dante and Cavalcanti in an earlier day.
At eighteen he wrote his first poems, which were recognized by Cavalcanti, the foremost Italian poet of his day.
And yet I knew that it was true, and I cursed my blindness and Cavalcanti's.
What mercy would you have shown to the daughter of Cavalcanti when she lay in your foul power?
