Pure essence, and pure matter, and the two joined into one were shot forth without flaw, like three bright arrows from a three-string bow.

Eternal love made me.

Nature is the art of God.

Curb your talent lest it speed where virtue does not guide.

At the midpoint on the journey of life, I found myself in a dark forest, for the clear path was lost.

... Nessun maggior dolore Che ricordarsi del tempo felice Nella miseria. (There is no greater pain than to remember a happy time when one is in misery.)

From a small spark, Great flame has risen.