Lucrezia’s grief afterwards was almost beyond words. She sank into a deep despair. Her friend, noblewoman Barbara Torelli, wrote this poem for her:
Why may I not go down to the grave with thee?
Would that my fire might warm this frigid ice,
And turn with tears, this dust to living flesh,
And give to thee anew the joy of life!
Then would I boldly, ardently confront
The man who snapped our dearest bond, and cry
“O cruel monster! See what love can do!”
And then she had to get married again.