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At last you have come to where life ends, yearned for by you continually, as a thing honorable--your life troubled, burdened, because Heaven made you want some meaning. You were above common human concerns: rare intelligence and vaulting courage aroused in you the desire to climb to another world, where you are content. You never had sordid or timid thoughts: you curbed your senses, ignored all safety, you loved honor, even eager to die. A firm adherence to real ideals shone in your eyes--a holy eternal realm-- where I hope to come before I grow too old. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V XXIII:23. See also B A1:17:11; R XXVIII:88-9. Key |
