Dante ("Dante Alighieri") ( 10 of 33 )
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.]
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.
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.]
Never do anything against conscience even if the state demands
it.
Never do anything against conscience even if the state demands
it.
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.]
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.
Perfection of means and confusion of ends seem to characterize
our age.
Perfection of means and confusion of ends seem to characterize
our age.
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.
