Can't you see the angel imprisoned in the block of stone trying to get out? I am trying to free him
I live and love in God's peculiar light.
From such a gentle thing, from such a fountain of all delight, my every pain is born.
Draw, Antonio; draw, Antonio; draw and donโt waste time.
If I love in thee, beloved, only what thou lovest most, do not be angry; for so one spirit is enamoured of another.
Why do You Send Fools To judge My Work?