Heaven wheels above you, displaying to you her eternal glories, and still your eyes are on the ground.

Not in mine eyes alone in Paradise.

Their eyes seem'd rings from whence the gems were gone. [It., Parean l'occhiaje anella senza gemme.]

The path to paradise begins in hell.

We climbed up.until I finally saw through a round opening the beauteous things which Heaven holds. And there we came out to see, once more, the stars.

Consider your origins: you were not made to live as brutes, but to follow virtue and knowledge.