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.

The heavens call to you, and circle about you, displaying to you their eternal splendors, and your eye gazes only to earth.

Lying in a featherbed will bring you no fame, nor staying beneath the quilt, and he who uses up his life without achieving fame leaves no more vestige of himself on Earth than smoke in the air or foam upon the water.

Oh blind! Oh ignorant, self-seeking cupidity which spurs us so in the short mortal life and steeps us so through all eternity!

Imagination, that dost so abstract us That we are not aware, not even when A thousand trumpets sound about our ears!

Three things remain with us from paradise: stars, flowers and children.

Love can move the Sun and the stars.