These have not the hope to die.

I presumed to fix my look on the eternal light so long that I consumed my sight thereon.

If you follow your natural bent;you will definitely go to heaven

I, answering in the end, began: 'Alas, how many yearning thoughts, what great desire, have lead them through such sorrow to their fate?

Here let dead poetry rise once more to life.

e quindi uscimmo a riveder le stelle" ("and thence we came forth to see again the stars")

O human race, born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall?