Only to shew how he at home,
Lies in a Princely Bed of State,
And in a nobly furnish'd Room,
Adorned with pictures of Vandike's,
A pair of Chrystal Candlesticks,
Rich Carpets, Quilts, the Devil, and all:
Then you, his careful Friends if ever
You wish to cure him of his Fever,
Go lodge him in the Hospital.
"Epigram de Mons. Maynard," by Charles Cotton, 17th Century.
I guess hospitals were as horrendous then as they are now?
Rich Carpets, Quilts, the Devil and all...bring. it. on. The Borromeo villa fits the bill nicely, I think:
Below, a luscious bedroom in the Borromeo family's villa, built in the 16th century on Isola Bella, in Italy's Lago Maggiore.
Above, Scan from W, January 2010
According to W Magazine, the Borromeo's still vacation at the villa in the summer months:
"Maggiore maintains a quieter and less crowded air than Como, its glitzier, more celebrity-filled neighbor to the east. That's George Clooney— those people," the Principessa scoffs."
Above, Isola Bella, via Wikipedia Commons
