Doubting Pleases Me No Less Than Knowing

To Course Across More Kindly Waters Now My Talent's Little Vessel Lifts Her Sails, Leaving Behind Herself A Sea So Cruel; And What I Sing Will Be That Second Kingdom, In Which The Human Soul Is Cleansed Of Sin, Becoming Worthy Of Ascent To Heaven.

Seldom Indeed Does Human Virtue Rise From Trunk To Branch.

Abandon Every Hope, You Who Enter.

But Already My Desire And My Will Were Being Turned Like A Wheel, All At One Speed, By The Love Which Moves The Sun And The Other Stars

Be As A Tower Firmly Set; Shakes Not Its Top For Any Blast That Blows.