My soul can find no staircase to Heaven unless it be through Earth's loveliness.
Souls will never ascend to Heaven until the sight of beauty lifts them there.
I live in sin, to kill myself I live; no longer my life my own, but sin's; my good is given to me by heaven, my evil by myself, by my free will, of which I am deprived.
My beard towards heaven, I feel my nape support / The back of my head, I grow the breast of a harpy / And my brush as it drips continually / Upon my face, makes it a gorgeous floor.
