Not through Typhoeus, but through nascent sulphur, Would have awaited her own monarchs still, Through me from Charles descended and from Rudolph, If evil lordship, that exasperates ever The subject populations, had not moved Palermo to the outcry of 'Death! death!'
And if my brother could but this foresee, The greedy poverty of Catalonia Straight would he flee, that it might not molest him;
For verily 'tis needful to provide, Through him or other, so that on his bark Already freighted no more freight be placed.
His nature, which from liberal covetous Descended, such a soldiery would need As should not care for hoarding in a chest."
"Because I do believe the lofty joy Thy speech infuses into me, my Lord, Where every good thing doth begin and end Thou seest as I see it, the more grateful Is it to me; and this too hold I dear, That gazing upon God thou dost discern it.
Glad hast thou made me; so make clear to me, Since speaking thou hast stirred me up to doubt, How from sweet seed can bitter issue forth."
This I to him; and he to me: "If I Can show to thee a truth, to what thou askest Thy face thou'lt hold as thou dost hold thy back.
The Good which all the realm thou art ascending Turns and contents, maketh its providence To be a power within these bodies vast;
And not alone the natures are foreseen Within the mind that in itself is perfect, But they together with their preservation.
For whatsoever thing this bow shoots forth Falls foreordained unto an end foreseen, Even as a shaft directed to its mark.
If that were not, the heaven which thou dost walk Would in such manner its effects produce, That they no longer would be arts, but ruins.
This cannot be, if the Intelligences That keep these stars in motion are not maimed, And maimed the First that has not made them perfect.
Wilt thou this truth have clearer made to thee?"
And I: "Not so; for 'tis impossible That nature tire, I see, in what is needful."
Whence he again: "Now say, would it be worse For men on earth were they not citizens?"
"Yes," I replied; "and here I ask no reason."
"And can they be so, if below they live not Diversely unto offices diverse?
No, if your master writeth well for you."
So came he with deductions to this point;
Then he concluded: "Therefore it behoves The roots of your effects to be diverse.
Hence one is Solon born, another Xerxes, Another Melchisedec, and another he Who, flying through the air, his son did lose.
Revolving Nature, which a signet is To mortal wax, doth practise well her art, But not one inn distinguish from another;
Thence happens it that Esau differeth In seed from Jacob; and Quirinus comes From sire so vile that he is given to Mars.
A generated nature its own way Would always make like its progenitors, If Providence divine were not triumphant.
Now that which was behind thee is before thee;
But that thou know that I with thee am pleased, With a corollary will I mantle thee.
Evermore nature, if it fortune find Discordant to it, like each other seed Out of its region, maketh evil thrift;
And if the world below would fix its mind On the foundation which is laid by nature, Pursuing that, 'twould have the people good.
But you unto religion wrench aside Him who was born to gird him with the sword, And make a king of him who is for sermons;
Therefore your footsteps wander from the road."
