Love And The Gentle Heart Are But

I Did Not Die, And Yet I Lost Life’s Breath

Nothing Which Is Harmonized By The Bond Of The Muse Can Be Changed From Its Own To Another Language Without Destroying Its Sweetness

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

In The Midway Of This Our Mortal Life, I Found Me In A Gloomy Wood, Astray, Gone From The Path Direct.

He Who Awaits The Call, But Sees The Need, Already Sets His Spirit To Refuse It.