“ If you consider the course of human existence, Cosimo has had a long life; he has paid his debt to nature, and in his old age he has gone the way of all flesh. His life was full of honour; his glory extended beyond his own city to all Italy, nay, to the whole world; he has lived in the highest esteem and, what we must value more, in piety, and abiding in the fear of God. It is not right to mourn the death of a man who has lived righteously and justly, since we must believe that he has gone from this troubled human existence to one that is full of peace and tranquillity. ”
Summary
Lives of the Early Medici, an anonymous historical and epistolary work, chronicles the lives and legacies of prominent Florentine figures, particularly the Medici family, during the Renaissance. Focusing on figures like Cosimo, Lorenzo, and Piero, it intertwines personal correspondence, political strategy, and civic responsibility, reflecting the interplay between familial ties and the Republic’s governance.
Themes of honor, grandeur, and the weight of leadership emerge through vivid narratives of daily life, diplomatic matters, and the struggles of citizens under the Signoria. The text’s combination of intimate letters and broader historical analysis offers a nuanced portrait of Florence’s cultural and political evolution, grounded in the moral and spiritual ideals of its era.
Quotes from Lives of the early Medici ()
“ Even I could not restrain myself but got off my horse, and ere they remounted I embraced them all twice; once for myself and once for Lorenzo. Darling little Giuliano said, with a long O, O, O, “Where is Lorenzo?” We said, “He has gone to Poggio to find you.” Then he: “O no, never,” almost in tears. You never beheld so touching a sight. He and Piero, who has become a beautiful lad, the prettiest thing, by God, you ever saw, somewhat grown, with the profile of an angel, and rather long hair which stands out a little and is charming to see. ”
“ We are all well and studying. Giovanni is beginning to spell. By this letter you can judge where I am in writing; as for Greek I keep myself rather in exercise by the help of Martino than make any progress. Giuliano laughs and thinks of nothing else; Lucrezia sews, sings, and reads; Maddalena knocks her head against the wall, but without doing herself any harm; Luisa begins to say a few little words; Contessina fills the house with her noise. All the others attend to their duties, and nothing is wanting to us save your presence. ”
