O foolish anxiety of wretched man, how inconclusive are the arguments which make thee beat thy wings below!
The man who lies asleep will never waken fame.
The devil is not as black as he is painted.
I was so full of sleep at the time that I left the true way.
Honor is the greatest poet.
L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle (The love that moves the sun and the other stars)