First of all, the letter You wrote me, not long since, about my bust Of Bindo Altoviti, here in Rome.

You said, "My Benvenuto, I for many years Have known you as the greatest of all goldsmiths, And now I know you as no less a sculptor." Ah, generous Master! How shall I e'er thank you For such kind language?
MICHAEL ANGELO.
By believing it.
I saw the bust at Messer Bindo's house, And thought it worthy of the ancient masters, And said so.

That is all.
BENVENUTO.
It is too much; And I should stand abashed here in your presence, Had I done nothing worthier of your praise Than Bindo's bust.
MICHAEL ANGELO.
What have you done that's better?
BENVENUTO.
When I left Rome for Paris, you remember I promised you that if I went a goldsmith I would return a sculptor.

I have kept The promise I then made.
MICHAEL ANGELO.
Dear Benvenuto, I recognized the latent genius in you, But feared your vices.
BENVENUTO.
I have turned them all To virtues.

My impatient, wayward nature, That made me quick in quarrel, now has served me Where meekness could not, and where patience could not, As you shall hear now.