More particularly he loved greatly the Marchioness of Pescara, of whose divine spirit he was enamoured, being in return loved tenderly by her.

He still possesses many letters of hers, full of an honest and most sweet love, such as issued from her heart.

He has written to her also many and many sonnets, full of wit and sweet desire.

She often returned to Rome from Viterbo and other places, where she had gone for her pastime and to spend the summer, for no other reason than to see Michael Angelo; and he bore her so much love that I remember to have heard him say: Nothing grieved him so much as that when he went to see her after she passed away from this life he did not kiss her on the brow or face, as he did kiss her hand.

Recalling this, her death, he often remained dazed as one bereft of sense.