O you, who in some pretty boat, Eager to listen, have been following Behind my ship, that singing sails along Turn back to look again upon your own shores; Tempt not the deep, lest unawares, In losing me, you yourselves might be lost. The sea I sail has never yet been passed; Minerva breathes, and pilots me Apollo, And Muses nine point out to me the Bears. You other few who have neck uplifted Betimes to the bread of angels upon Which one lives and does not grow sated, Well may you launch your vessel Upon the deep sea.

Everywhere is here and every when is now.

Many have justice in their hearts, but slowly it is let fly, for it comes not without council to the bow.

Love kindled by virtue always kindles another, provided that its flame appear outwardly.

As phantoms frighten beasts when shadows fall.

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

We have no hope and yet we live in longing.