A Mighty Flame Followeth A Tiny Spark.

Love Hath So Long Possessed Me For His Own And Made His Lordship So Familiar.

Because There Is No Man Who Can Be True And Just Judge Of Himself, So Much Will Self-love Deceive Him.

These Have Not The Hope To Die.

He Who Sees A Need And Waits To Be Asked For Help Is As Unkind As If He Had Refused It.

...ma Gia Volgena Il Mio Disio E'l Velle Si Come Rota Ch'igualmente E Mossa, L'amor Che Move: I Sole E L'altre Stelle ...as A Wheel Turns Smoothtly, Free From Jars, My Will And My Desire Were Turned By Love, The Love That Moves The Sun And The Other Stars.