At last awake from life, that insane dream we take for waking now.
One wise man's verdict outweighs all the fools'.
On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.
Graved inside of it, "Italy".
The curious crime, the fine Felicity and flower of wickedness.
They are perfect; how else?-they shall never change: We are faulty; why not?-we have time in store.