This sorrow weighs upon the melancholy souls of those who lived without infamy or praise.

They yearn for what they fear for.

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

The day that man allows true love to appear, those things which are well made will fall into cofusion and will overturn everything we believe to be right and true.

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

Doubting pleases me no less than knowing

I saw a point that shone with light so keen, the eye that sees it cannot bear its blazing; the star that is for us the smallest one would seem a moon if placed beside this point.