Dante ("Dante Alighieri") ( 10 of 33 )
O how far remov'd,
Predestination! is thy foot from such
As see not the First Cause entire: read more
O how far remov'd,
Predestination! is thy foot from such
As see not the First Cause entire: and ye,
O mortal men! be wary how ye judge:
For we, who see the Maker, know not yet
The number of the chosen; and esteem
Such scantiness of knowledge our delight:
For all good is, in that primal good,
Concentrate; and God's will and ours are one.
All your renown is like the summer flower that blooms and dies;
because the sunny glow which brings it read more
All your renown is like the summer flower that blooms and dies;
because the sunny glow which brings it forth, soon slays with
parching power.
[It., La vostra nominanza e color d'erba,
Che viene e va; e quei la discolora
Per cui ell' esce della terra acerba.]
It is necessity and not pleasure that compels us.
[It., Necessita c'induce, e non diletto.]
It is necessity and not pleasure that compels us.
[It., Necessita c'induce, e non diletto.]
Less shame a greater fault would palliate.
[Lat., Maggior difetto men vergogna lava.]
Less shame a greater fault would palliate.
[Lat., Maggior difetto men vergogna lava.]
The splendors that belong unto the fame of earth are but a wind,
that in the same direction lasts read more
The splendors that belong unto the fame of earth are but a wind,
that in the same direction lasts not long.
[It., Non e il mondam romore alro che un fiato
Di vento, che vien quinci et or vien quindi,
E muta nome, perche muta lato.]
Never do anything against conscience even if the state demands
it.
Never do anything against conscience even if the state demands
it.
It was evening here,
But upon earth the very noon of night.
It was evening here,
But upon earth the very noon of night.
From little spark may burst a mighty flame.
From little spark may burst a mighty flame.
There is in hell a place stone-built throughout,
Called Malebolge, of an iron hue,
Like to the read more
There is in hell a place stone-built throughout,
Called Malebolge, of an iron hue,
Like to the wall that circles it about.
Perfection of means and confusion of ends seem to characterize
our age.
Perfection of means and confusion of ends seem to characterize
our age.
