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

Oh foolish desires of mortals! How weak are the reasons that lead us to not take off our flight from the ground.

The devil is not as black as he is painted.

There, pride, avarice, and envy are the tongues men know and heed, a Babel of depsair

As, pricked out with less and greater lights, between the poles of the universe, the Milky Way so gleameth white as to set very sages questioning.

As the geometer intently seeks to square the circle, but he cannot reach, through thought on thought, the principle he needs, so I searched that strange sight.

The man who lies asleep will never waken fame.