"As the Christian's sorrows multiply, his patience grows, until, with sweet, unruffled quiet, he can confront the ills of..."

"Weep on; and, as thy sorrows flow, I'll taste the luxury of woe..."

"Se a ciascun l'interno affanno Si leggesse in fronte scritto, Quanti mai, che invidia fanno, Ci farebbero pietà!..."