If thou follow thy star, thou canst not fail of glorious heaven.
That with him were, what time the Love Divine
For she doth make my veins and pulses tremble.
Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.
Because there is no man who can be true and just judge of himself, so much will self-love deceive him.
Imagination, that dost so abstract us That we are not aware, not even when A thousand trumpets sound about our ears!