The Vision, or Hell, Purgatory, and Paradise of Dante Alighieri . ely stored, sweet charityInvites me with the other to like toil. Thou knowst, that in the bosom, whence the ribWas taen to fashion that fair cheek, whose tasteAll the world pays for ; and in that, which piercedBy the keen lance, both after and beforeSuch satisfaction offered as outweighsEach evil in the scale ; whateer of lightTo human nature is allowed, must all 40 Have by his virtue been infused, who formedBoth one and other: and thou thence admirest 284 THE VISION OF DANTE [Canto xiii In that I told thee, of beatitudes,A seco
The Vision, or Hell, Purgatory, and Paradise of Dante Alighieri . ely stored, sweet charityInvites me with the other to like toil. Thou knowst, that in the bosom, whence the ribWas taen to fashion that fair cheek, whose tasteAll the world pays for ; and in that, which piercedBy the keen lance, both after and beforeSuch satisfaction offered as outweighsEach evil in the scale ; whateer of lightTo human nature is allowed, must all 40 Have by his virtue been infused, who formedBoth one and other: and thou thence admirest 284 THE VISION OF DANTE [Canto xiii In that I told thee, of beatitudes,A second there is none to him enclosedIn the fifth radiance. Open now thine eyesTo what I answer thee ; and thou shalt seeThy deeming and my saying meet in centre in the round. That which dies not,And that which can die, are but each the beamOf that idea, which our Sovereign SireEngendereth loving ; for that lively light,Which passeth from his splendour, not disjoinedFrom him, nor from his love triune with , through his bounty, congregate itself, 50. Mirrored, as twere, in new existences;Itself unalterable, and ever one. Descending hence unto the lowest energy so sinks, at last it makesBut brief contingencies ; for so I nameThings generated, which the heavenly orbsMoving, with seed or without seed, wax, and that which moulds it, differ much :And thence with lustre, more or less, it showsThe ideal stamp imprest: so that one tree,According to his kind, hath better worse: and, at your birth, ye, mortal men,Are in your talents various. Were the waxMoulded with nice exactness, and the heavenIn its disposing influence supreme,The brightness of the seal should be complete: 60 70 Lines 43-119] PARADISE 285 But nature renders it imperfect ever; Resembling thus the artist, in her work, Whose faltering hand is faithless to his skill. Therefore, if fervent love dispose, and mark The lustrous image of the primal virtue. There all perfection is
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