Esta suerte miserable tienen las tristes almas de aquellos que vivieron sin infamia y sin honor.
Nobility is the perfection in each thing of its proper nature.
I might then squeeze the juices of my thought more fully out of me.
What is a smile but the coruscation of the joy of the soul, like the outward shining of an inward light.
Hence we may overthrow the error of those who think to form the moral character of others by speaking well and doing ill; forgetting that the hands of Jacob were more persuasive with his father than his words, though his hands deceived and his voice spake truth.
God is the love that moves the sun and stars.
Christians, be steadier in what you do, not blown like feathers at the wind’s discretion, nor think that every water cleanses you...
Open thy mind; take in what I explain and keep it there; because to understand is not to know, if thou dost not retain...
Oh how time hangs and drags till our aid comes!
Love, that allows no loved one to be excused from loving, seized me so fiercely with desire for him, it still will not leave me, as you can see. Love led us to one death.
They have no hope of death, and their darkened life is so mean that they are envious of every other fate. Earth allows no mention of them to exist: mercy and justice reject them: let us not talk of them, but look and pass.
There is no greater sorrow Than to remember a happy time when you are In misery, and that, your Teacher knows.
Zoals bloempjes die door de vrieskou van de nacht gebogen en gesloten zijn, wanneer de zon haar stralen over hen uitgiet alle opengaan en zich oprichten op hun stengels, zo hief ik mij toen op uit mijn neerslachtigheid.
Thus into the sempiternal justice the sight conferred in your world penetrates only as far as the eye does into the sea, for though close to shore you may see the bottom, on the open sea you cannot, and nonetheless it is there, but hidden by being deep.
Amor condusse noi ad una morte.
Multa promittite, pauca servate de promissis.
Remember tonight for it’s the beginning of forever.
Se tu segui tua stella, non puoi fallire a glorioso porto.
The allegory is the soul of the poem, but like the soul within the body it does not show itself in independent existence.
Soy el que fui siempre.