Remember tonight... for it is the beginning of always

The more perfect a thing is, the more susceptible to good and bad treatment it is.

Thy soul is by vile fear assailed, which oft so overcasts a man, that he recoils from noblest resolution, like a beast at some false semblance in the twilight gloom.

O Virgins, sacrosanct, if I have ever, for your sake, suffered vigils,cold,, and hunger, great need makes me entreat my recompense.

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.]