That with him were, what time the Love Divine

And as he, who with laboring breath has escaped from the deep to the shore, turns to the perilous waters and gazes.

I presumed to fix my look on the eternal light so long that I consumed my sight thereon.

No sorrow is deeper than the remembrance of happiness when in misery.

In each fire there is a spirit; Each one is wrapped in what is burning him.

The heaven that rolls around cries aloud to you while it displays its eternal beauties, and yet your eyes are fixed upon the earth alone.

No man may be so cursed by priest or pope but what the Eternal Love may still return while any thread of green lives on in hope.