Behave like men, and not like witless sheep...
We were men once, though we've become trees.
The experience of this sweet life. Lesperienza de questa dolce vita.
Midway in the journey of our life → I came to myself in a dark wood, → 3 for the straight way was lost.
They had their faces twisted toward their haunches and found it necessary to walk backward, because they could not see ahead of them. ...And since he wanted so to see ahead, he looks behind and walks a backward path.
For she doth make my veins and pulses tremble.
And now I fell as bodies fall,for dead.
These are the radiancies of the perfected vision that sees the good and step by step moves nearer what it sees.
From there we came outside and saw the stars.