...ma gia volgena il mio disio e'l velle si come rota ch'igualmente e mossa, l'amor che move: i sole e l'altre stelle ...as a wheel turns smoothtly, free from jars, my will and my desire were turned by love, The love that moves the sun and the other stars.

Through me you go into a city of weeping; through me you go into eternal pain; through me you go amongst the lost people

Justice does not descend from its own pinnacle.

Beauty awakens the soul to act.

Doubting pleases me no less than knowing

Into the eternal darkness, into fire and into ice.

O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!