For Death Betimes Is Comfort, Not Dismay,

It Is Better To Will The Good Than To Know The Truth.

To Begin With Myself, Then, The Utterances Of Men Concerning Me Will Differ Widely, Since In Passing Judgment Almost Every One Is Influenced Not So Much By Truth As By Preference, And Good And Evil Report Alike Know No Bounds.

What Name To Call Thee By, O Virgin Fair, I Know Not, For Thy Looks Are Not Of Earth And More Than Mortal Seems Thy Countenances

Who Naught Suspects Is Easily Deceived.

To Be Able To Say How Much Love, Is Love But Little.