As Phantoms Frighten Beasts When Shadows Fall.

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

Pure Essence, And Pure Matter, And The Two Joined Into One Were Shot Forth Without Flaw, Like Three Bright Arrows From A Three-string Bow.

Ah! Justice Of Our God! Who Else Could Stow Such Travails New And Pains As Met My Glance!

Nature Is The Art Of God.

Before Me Things Created Were None, Save Things Eternal, And Eternal I Endure. All Hope Abandon, Ye Who Enter Here.