The whole universe is but the footprint of the Divine goodness.

Here let dead poetry rise once more to life.

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

Eternal love made me.

Astrology, the noblest of sciences.

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

Lost are we, and are only so far punished, That without hope we live on in desire.