To course across more kindly waters now my talent's little vessel lifts her sails, leaving behind herself a sea so cruel; and what I sing will be that second kingdom, in which the human soul is cleansed of sin, becoming worthy of ascent to Heaven.

Pride, envy, avarice - these are the sparks have set on fire the hearts of all men.

How come I never meet any nice girls?

My course is set for an uncharted sea.

Reason flies When following the senses, on clipped wings.

Love, that all gentle hearts so quickly know.

Worldly fame is but a breath of wind that blows now this way, and now that, and changes name as it changes direction.