On different paths, they journey through time,
Boccaccio and Newton, storytellers of diverse realms.
One in Certaldo, weaving tales of the human condition,
the other in England, singing hymns of grace.
Boccaccio's pen dances with humor and wit,
capturing life's spectrum amidst the plague's shadow.
Newton's hymns rise from a past of darkness,
each note a step towards the light of redemption.
Both, in their own right, navigate human frailty,
transforming pain into prose, despair into song.
Their legacies, though distinct, converge in essence,
a testament to the enduring power of words,
to shape, to heal, to transcend time.
As December's frost claims their mortal forms,
their voices continue to resonate,
a bridge from past to present, a beacon for the future.