Suffer the praises of the humblest of thy adorers." "Arise, stranger," answered the divine poet.

"I perceive that thou art a living being among the shades, and that thy body treads down the grass in this eternal evening.

Thou art not the first man who has descended before his death into these dwellings, although all intercourse between us and the living is difficult.

But cease from praise; I do not like eulogies and the confused sounds of glory have always offended my ears.
That is why I fled from Rome, where I was known to the idle and curious, and laboured in the solitude of my beloved Parthenope.

And then I am not so convinced that the men of thy generation understand my verses that should be gratified by thy praises.