O mortal men, be wary of how ye judge.

L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle (The love that moves the sun and the other stars)

To run over better waters the little vessel of my genius now hoists her sails, as she leaves behind her a sea so cruel.

Midway upon the journey of our life

He listens well who takes notes.

Consider your origins: you were not made to live as brutes, but to follow virtue and knowledge.

Love insists the loved loves back