“My course is set for an uncharted sea.”

“To course across more kindly waters nowmy talent's little vessel lifts her sails,leaving behind herself a sea so cruel; and what I sing will be that second kingdom,in which the human soul is cleansed of sin,becoming worthy of ascent to Heaven.”

“Be as a tower, that, firmly set,Shakes not its top for any blast that blows!”

“O you, who in some pretty boat,Eager to listen, have been followingBehind my ship, that singing sails alongTurn back to look again upon your own shores;Tempt not the deep, lest unawares,In losing me, you yourselves might be lost.The sea I sail has never yet been passed;Minerva breathes, and pilots me Apollo,And Muses nine point out to me the Bears.You other few who have neck upliftedBetimes to the bread of angels upon Which one lives and does not grow sated,Well may you launch your vesselUpon the deep sea.”

“It was the hour of morning,when the sun mounts with those starsthat shone with it when God's own lovefirst set in motion those fair things”

“All Being within this order, by the laws of its own nature is impelled to find its proper station round its Primal Cause.Thus every nature moves across the tide of the great sea of being to its own port, each with its given instinct as its guide.”

“For she doth make my veins and pulses tremble.”