The Truth Thy Speech Doth Show, Within

What Shall One Do With The Verse, If He Knows Not That?

He Is, Most Of All, L'amor Che Move Il Sole E L'altre Stelle.

He Who Know Most Grieves Most For Wasted Time.

O Conscience, Upright And Stainless, How Bitter A Sting To Thee Is A Little Fault!

Give Unto Us This Day The Daily Manna Without Which, In This Desert Where We Dwell, He Must Go Backward Who Would Most Advance.