He who awaits the call, but sees the need, Already sets his spirit to refuse it.
As phantoms frighten beasts when shadows fall.
That with him were, what time the Love Divine
From there we came outside and saw the stars
Not one drop of blood is left inside my veins that does not throb: I recognize signs of the ancient flame.
Thou shall know by experience how salt the savor is of others' bread, and how sad a path it is to climb and descend another's stairs.