Love Can Move The Sun And The

My Course Is Set For An Uncharted Sea.

Seldom Indeed Does Human Virtue Rise From Trunk To Branch.

Oh Foolish Desires Of Mortals! How Weak Are The Reasons That Lead Us To Not Take Off Our Flight From The Ground.

Here My Powers Rest From Their High Fantasy, But Already I Could Feel My Being Turned- Instinct And Intellect Balanced Equally. As In A Wheel Whose Motion Nothing Jars- By The Love That Moves The Sun And The Other Stars.

Reason Flies When Following The Senses, On Clipped Wings.