Pesaro is the birthplace of Rosini, and also of Terenzio Mamiani, the brilliant poet and statesman who devoted his great talents to the regeneration of Italy.
The passions of the tyrants of this city were less ferocious than were those of the other dynasties of that age, perhaps because their domain was too small a stage for the dark deeds inspired by inordinate ambition--although the human spirit does not always develop in harmony with the influences of nature.

One of the most hideous of evil doers was Sigismondo Malatesta of mild and beautiful Rimini.

The Sforzas of Pesaro, however, seem generous and humane rulers in comparison with their cousins of Milan.

Their court was adorned by a number of noble women whom Lucretia may have felt it her duty to imitate.
If, when Lucretia entered Pesaro, her soul--young as she was--was not already dead to all agreeable sensations, she must have enjoyed for the first time the blessed sense of freedom.

To her, gloomy Rome, with the dismal Vatican and its passions and crimes, must have seemed like a prison from which she had escaped.