Many have justice in their hearts, but slowly it is let fly, for it comes not without council to the bow.
Thus you may understand that love alone is the true seed of every merit in you, and of all acts for which you must atone.
You shall find out how salt is the taste of another man's bread, and how hard is the way up and down another man's stairs.
The loser, when a game of dice is done, remains behind reviewing every roll sadly, and sadly wiser, and alone.
Abandon hope, all ye who enter here. [Omnes relinquite spes, o vos intrantes]
Not one drop of blood is left inside my veins that does not throb: I recognize signs of the ancient flame.
The glory of Him who moves everything penetrates through the universe, and is resplendent in one part more and in another less.
Ah! Justice of our God! Who else could stow Such travails new and pains as met my glance!
We have no hope and yet we live in longing.
That which had pleased me once, troubled by spirit.
Oh blind! Oh ignorant, self-seeking cupidity which spurs us so in the short mortal life and steeps us so through all eternity!
The infernal storm, eternal in its rage, sweeps and drives the spirits with its blast; it whirls them, lashing them with punishment. When they are swept back past their place of judgment then come the shrieks, laments, and anguished cries; there they blaspheme God's almighty power.
Consider the sea's listless chime: Time's self it is, made audible.
You shall leave everything you love.
These have not the hope to die.
Love with delight discourses in my mindUpon my lady's admirable gifts...Beyond the range of human intellect.
O power of fantasy that steals our minds from things outside, to leave us unaware, although a thousand trumpets may blow loud--what stirs you if the senses show you nothing? Light stirs you, formed in Heaven, by itself, or by His will Who sends it down to us.
This sorrow weighs upon the melancholy souls of those who lived without infamy or praise.
There are souls beneath that water. Fixed in slimethey speak their piece, end it, and start again:'Sullen were we in the air made sweet by the Sun;in the glory of his shining our hearts poureda bitter smoke. Sullen were we begun;sullen we lie forever in this ditch.'This litany they gargle in their throatsas if they sand, but lacked the words and pitch.
Still desiring, we live without hope.
The customs and fashions of men change like leaves on the bough, some of which go and others come.
The well heeded well heard.
It may be that a more subtle person would find for this thing a reason of greater subtlety: but such is the reason that I find, and that liketh me best.
In His will, our peace.
Here we find the moat of thieves. And just as a lizard, with a quick, slick slither, Flicks across the highway from hedge to hedge, Fleeter than a flash, in the battering dog-day weather, A fiery little monster, livid, in a rage, Black as any peppercorn, came and made a dart At the guts of the others, and leaping to engage One of the pair, it pierced him at the part Through which we first draw food; then loosed its grip And fell before him, outstretched and apart.
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