Partial Anthology of Works
- Holy Family with St Peter Martyr (1507-8, Pinacoteca Bari)
- Madonna and Child with St. John (c.1513, Whitfield Fine Art)
- Madonna of the Harpies (Virgin and Child, with St Francis, St John the Evangelist, and two angels), (painted S. Francesco, now in Uffizi, Florence)
- Fathers disputing on the doctrine of the Trinity (Saints Augustine, Lawrence, Dominic, Francis and Saints Sebastian and Mary Magdalene)-1517, altarpiece for the monastery of S. Gallo, now in Ufizzi, Florence
- Charity (Louvre)
- Pieta (Belvedere, Vienna)
- Julius Caesar receives tribute (fresco at Poggio a Caiano, 1521) completed by Alessandro Allori.
- Virgin surrounded by Saints (Pitti Palace, Florence)
- Pieta (Pitti Palace)
- Virgin, Child, Joseph, Elizabeth, John the Baptist, and an Archangel (Prado)
- Holy Family with John the Baptist (Louvre)
- In Berlin a portrait of his wife.
- At Panshanger, Berkshire, a fine portrait named "Laura."
- Annunciation (Pitti Palace)
- Portrait of a Young Man, National Gallery, London
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