Patience Is Eternal Genius

Serene I Fold My Hands And Wait.

The Power Of One Fair Face Makes My Love Sublime, For It Has Weaned My Heart From Low Desires.

If We Have Been Pleased With Life, We Should Not Be Displeased With Death, Since It Comes From The Hand Of The Same Master.

With Few Words I Shall Make Thee Understand My Soul.

My Beard Towards Heaven, I Feel My Nape Support / The Back Of My Head, I Grow The Breast Of A Harpy / And My Brush As It Drips Continually / Upon My Face, Makes It A Gorgeous Floor.