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

O mortal men, be wary of how ye judge.

It was the hour of morning, when the sun mounts with those stars that shone with it when God's own love first set in motion those fair things

Your fame is as the grass, whose hue comes and goes, and His might withers it by whose power it sprang from the lap of the earth.

Justice divine has weighed: the doom is clear. All hope renounce, ye lost, who enter here.

The heaven that rolls around cries aloud to you while it displays its eternal beauties, and yet your eyes are fixed upon the earth alone.

Here my powers rest from their high fantasy, but already I could feel my being turned- instinct and intellect balanced equally. as in a wheel whose motion nothing jars- by the Love that moves the Sun and the other stars.