If the present world go astray, the cause is in you, in you it is to be sought.

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

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

You shall find out how salt is the taste of another man's bread, and how hard is the way up and down another man's stairs.

Doubting charms me not less than knowledge. [It., Non menno che saper, dubbiar m'aggrata.]

O faithful conscience, delicately pure, how doth a little failing wound thee sore! [It., O dignitosa coscienza e netta, Come t' e picciol fallo amaro morso.]