We Have No Hope And Yet We

They Yearn For What They Fear For.

The Devil Is Not As Black As He Is Painted.

And We Came Forth To Contemplate The Stars.

He Is, Most Of All, L'amor Che Move Il Sole E L'altre Stelle.

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.