Love insists the loved loves back
Reason flies When following the senses, on clipped wings.
Oh blind! Oh ignorant, self-seeking cupidity which spurs us so in the short mortal life and steeps us so through all eternity!
Heaven wheels above you, displaying to you her eternal glories, and still your eyes are on the ground.
The path to paradise begins in hell.
Curb your talent lest it speed where virtue does not guide.