The mouse had fallen in with evil cats.

Conscience, that boon companion who sets a man free under the strong breastplate of innocence, that bids him on and fear not.

Abandon hope, all ye who enter here. [Omnes relinquite spes, o vos intrantes]

The wisest are the most annoyed at the loss of time.

The infernal storm, eternal in its rage, sweeps and drives the spirits with its blast; it whirls them, lashing them with punishment. When they are swept back past their place of judgment then come the shrieks, laments, and anguished cries; there they blaspheme God's almighty power.

O power of fantasy that steals our minds from things outside, to leave us unaware, although a thousand trumpets may blow loud--what stirs you if the senses show you nothing? Light stirs you, formed in Heaven, by itself, or by His will Who sends it down to us.

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.