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

Midway upon the journey of our life

There, pride, avarice, and envy are the tongues men know and heed, a Babel of depsair

Art, as far as it is able, follows nature, as a pupil imitates his master; thus your art must be, as it were, God's grandchild.

Reason flies When following the senses, on clipped wings.

Like the lark that soars in the air, first singing, then silent, content with the last sweetness that satiates it, such seemed to me that image, the imprint of the Eternal Pleasure.

Love kindled by virtue always kindles another, provided that its flame appear outwardly.