اي آنكه داخل ميشوي، دست از هر اميدي بشوي - Dante Alighieri

Consider your origin. You were not formed to live like brutes but to follow virtue and knowledge.

"[Sonetto XXI]
"L’amaro lagrimar che voi faceste,
oi occhi miei, così lunga stagione,
facea lagrimar l’altre persone
de la pietate, come voi vedeste.

Ora mi par che voi l’obliereste,
s’io fosse dal mio lato sì fellone,
ch’i’ non ven disturbasse ogne cagione,
membrandovi colei cui voi piangeste.

La vostra vanità mi fa pensare,
e spaventami sì, ch’io temo forte
del viso d’una donna che vi mira.

Voi non dovreste mai, se non per morte,
la vostra donna, ch’è morta, obliare".
Così dice ’l meo core, e poi sospira."

Could I have everything for which I long, You would not still endure this banishment way from human nature,” I replied. “Your image - dear, fatherly, benevolent - Being fixed inside my memory, has imbued My heart: when in the fair world, hour by hour You taught me, patiently, it was you who showed The way man makes himself eternal; therefore, The gratitude I feel toward you makes fit That while I live, I should declare it here. And what you tell me of my future, I write