What Shall One Do With The Verse,

Astrology, The Noblest Of Sciences.

I Saw Within Its Depth How It Conceives All Things In A Single Volume Bound By Love Of Which The Universe Is The Scattered Leaves.

Go Right On And Listen As Thou Goest.

That Which Had Pleased Me Once, Troubled By Spirit.

... Nessun Maggior Dolore Che Ricordarsi Del Tempo Felice Nella Miseria. (there Is No Greater Pain Than To Remember A Happy Time When One Is In Misery.)