Still desiring, we live without hope.

I am made of God, through his Grace. Such that your misery touches me not, Nor does flame of that burning assail me.

Be as a tower firmly set; Shakes not its top for any blast that blows.

I was so full of sleep at the time that I left the true way.

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

In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost.

Nothing which is harmonized by the bond of the Muse can be changed from its own to another language without destroying its sweetness