Those elegant young men in tight hose and particolored jackets, with oaths upon their lips and deeds of violence and lust within their hearts, were no associates for him.

It is touching, however, to note that no text of Ezekiel or Jeremiah, but Virgil's musical hexameter, sounded through his soul the warning to depart.
In this year Savonarola composed another poem, this time on the Ruin of the Church.

In his boyhood he had witnessed the pompous shows which greeted AEneas Sylvius, more like a Roman general than a new-made Pope, on his entrance into Ferrara.

Since then he had seen the monster Sixtus mount the Papal throne.

No wonder if he, who had fled from the world to the Church for purity and peace, should need to vent his passion in a song.