Infinite goodness has such wide arms.
Stand firm as the tower that never shakes its top whatever wind may blow.
As little flowers, which the chill of night has bent and huddled, when the white sun strikes, grow straight and open fully on their stems, so did I, too, with my exhausted force.
There is no greater pain than to remember, in our present grief, past happiness.
He is, most of all, l'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle.
Thus you may understand that love alone is the true seed of every merit in you, and of all acts for which you must atone.