L'amor Che Move Il Sole

To Run Over Better Waters The Little Vessel Of My Genius Now Hoists Her Sails, As She Leaves Behind Her A Sea So Cruel.

Seldom Indeed Does Human Virtue Rise From Trunk To Branch.

Infinite Goodness Has Such Wide Arms.

Love Is The Source Of Every Virtue In You And Of Every Deed Which Deserves Punishment.

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.