To Course Across More Kindly

As, Pricked Out With Less And Greater Lights, Between The Poles Of The Universe, The Milky Way So Gleameth White As To Set Very Sages Questioning.

That Infinite And Indescribable Good Which Is There Above Races As Swiftly To Love As A Ray Of Light To A Bright Body.it Gives Of Itself According To The Ardor It Finds, So That As Charity Spreads Farther The Eternal Good Increases Upon It,and The More Souls There Are Who Love, Up There, The More There Are To Love Well, And The More Love They Reflect To Each Other, As In A Mirror.

Oh Foolish Desires Of Mortals! How Weak Are The Reasons That Lead Us To Not Take Off Our Flight From The Ground.

The More A Thing Is Perfect, The More It Feels Pleasure And Likewise Pain.

O You, Who In Some Pretty Boat, Eager To Listen, Have Been Following Behind My Ship, That Singing Sails Along Turn Back To Look Again Upon Your Own Shores; Tempt Not The Deep, Lest Unawares, In Losing Me, You Yourselves Might Be Lost. The Sea I Sail Has Never Yet Been Passed; Minerva Breathes, And Pilots Me Apollo, And Muses Nine Point Out To Me The Bears. You Other Few Who Have Neck Uplifted Betimes To The Bread Of Angels Upon Which One Lives And Does Not Grow Sated, Well May You Launch Your Vessel Upon The Deep Sea.