igures larger than life. Going therefore at times to
see Giorgio at work, and staying to discourse with him, Giovanni Antonio
said: "Now I see that continual study and work is what lifts men out of
laborious effort, and that our art does not come down upon us like the
Holy Ghost."

Giovanni Antonio did not work much in fresco, for the reason that the
colours changed too much to please him; nevertheless, there may be seen
over the Church of Murello a Pieta with two little naked Angels by his
hand, executed passing well. Finally, after having lived like a man of
good judgment and one not unpractised in the ways of the world, he fell
sick of a most violent fever at the age of sixty, in the year 1552, and
died.

A disciple of Giovanni Antonio was Bartolommeo Torri, the scion of a not
ignoble family in Arezzo, who, making his way to Rome, and placing
himself under Don Giulio Clovio, a most excellent miniaturist, devoted
himself in so thorough a manner to design and to the study of the nude,
but most of all to anatomy, that he became an able master, and was held
to be the best draughtsman in Rome. And it is not long since Don Silvano
Razzi related to me that Don Giulio Clovio had told him in Rome, after
having praised this young man highly, the very thing that he has often
declared to me--namely, that he had turned him out of his house for no
other reason but his filthy anatomy, for he kept so many limbs and
pieces of men under his bed and all over his rooms, that they poisoned
the whole house. Besides this, by neglecting himself and thinking that
living like an unwashed philosopher, accepting no rule of life, and
avoiding the society of other men, was the way to become great and
immortal, he ruined himself completely; for nature will not tolerate the
unreasonable outrages that some men at times do to her. Having therefore
fallen ill at the age of twenty-five, Bartolommeo returned to Arezzo, in
order to regain his health and to seek to build himself up again; but he
did not succeed, for he continued his usual studies and the same
irregularities, and in four months, a little after the death of Giovanni
Antonio, he died and went to join him.

The loss of this young man was an infinite grief to the whole city, for
if he had lived, to judge from the great promise of his works, he was
like to do extraordinary honour to his native place and to all Tuscany;
and whoever sees any of the drawings that he made when still a mere lad,