thoroughly Renaissance in face and mood; no idealized                        
philosopher-king, but a man of visibly contemporary character,               
fearless, ruthless, powerful- Gattamelata, "the honeyed cat," the            
Venetian general. It is true that the chafing, foaming horse is too          
big for his legs, and that the pigeons, innocent of Vasari, daily                       
bespatter the bald head of the conquering    condottiere;  but the             
pose is proud and strong, as if all the    virtu  of Machiavelli's             
longing had here passed with the fused bronze to harden in Donatello's       
mold. Padua gazed in astonishment and glory at this hero rescued             
from mortality, gave the artist 1650 golden ducats ($41,250) for his                 
six years of toil, and begged him to make their city his home. He            
whimsically demurred: his art could never improve at Padua, where            
all men praised him; he must, for art's sake, return to Florence,            
where all men criticized all.                                                
    In truth he returned to Florence because Cosimo needed him, and he         
loved Cosimo. Cosimo was a man who understood art, and gave him              
intelligent and bountiful commissions; so close was the entente              
between them that Donatello "divined from the slightest indication all             
that Cosimo desired." `050344 At Donatello's suggestion Cosimo               
collected ancient statuary, sarcophagi, arches, columns, and capitals,       
and placed them in the Medici gardens for young artists to study.            
For Cosimo, with Michelozzo's collaboration, Donatello set up in the                 
Baptistery a tomb of the refugee Antipope John XXIII. For Cosimo's           
favorite church, San Lorenzo, he carved two pulpits, and adorned             
them with bronze reliefs of the Passion; from those pulpits, among           
others, Savonarola would launch his bolts against later Medici. For          
the altar he molded a lovely terra-cotta bust of St. Lawrence; for the       
Old Sacristy he designed two pairs of bronze doors, and a simple but         
beautiful sarcophagus for Cosimo's parents. Other works came from            
him as if they were child's play: an exquisite stone relief of the           
Annunciation for the church of Santa Croce; for the cathedral a              
 Cantoria  of Singing Boys- plump  putti  violently chanting hymns           
(1433-8); a bronze bust of a    Young Man,   the incarnation of healthy         
youth (in the Metropolitan Museum of Art); a  Santa Cecilia  (possibly       
by Desiderio da Settignano), fair enough to be the Christian muse of                 
song; a bronze relief of the Crucifixion (in the Bargello)                   
overpowering in its realistic detail; and in Santa Croce another