ABSTRACT
Now let us leave to one side all that music which, degenerating, has become soft and effeminate, and let us entreat [Alessandro] Striggio and Giaches [de Wert] and Luzzasco [Luzzaschi], and some other excellent master of excellent music that he might be willing to restore it to that gravity that, straying from which it is often excessive [overfilled] with that about which it is better to be silent than to speak.1
