Paradiso: Canto XXIX

At what time both the children of Latona,
   Surmounted by the Ram and by the Scales,
   Together make a zone of the horizon,

As long as from the time the zenith holds them
   In equipoise, till from that girdle both
   Changing their hemisphere disturb the balance,

So long, her face depicted with a smile,
   Did Beatrice keep silence while she gazed
   Fixedly at the point which had o'ercome me.

Then she began: "I say, and I ask not
   What thou dost wish to hear, for I have seen it
   Where centres every When and every "Ubi".

Not to acquire some good unto himself,
   Which is impossible, but that his splendour
   In its resplendency may say, "Subsisto",

In his eternity outside of time,
   Outside all other limits, as it pleased him,
   Into new Loves the Eternal Love unfolded.
Nor as if torpid did he lie before;
   For neither after nor before proceeded
   The going forth of God upon these waters.

Matter and Form unmingled and conjoined
   Came into being that had no defect,
   E'en as three arrows from a three-stringed bow.

And as in glass, in amber, or in crystal
   A sunbeam flashes so, that from its coming
   To its full being is no interval,

So from its Lord did the triform effect
   Ray forth into its being all together,
   Without discrimination of beginning.

Order was con-created and constructed
   In substances, and summit of the world
   Were those wherein the pure act was produced.

Pure potentiality held the lowest part;
   Midway bound potentiality with act
   Such bond that it shall never be unbound.

Jerome has written unto you of angels
   Created a long lapse of centuries
   Or ever yet the other world was made;
But written is this truth in many places
   By writers of the Holy Ghost, and thou
   Shalt see it, if thou lookest well thereat.

And even reason seeth it somewhat,
   For it would not concede that for so long
   Could be the motors without their perfection.

Now dost thou know both where and when these Loves
   Created were, and how; so that extinct
   In thy desire already are three fires.

Nor could one reach, in counting, unto twenty
   So swiftly, as a portion of these angels
   Disturbed the subject of your elements.

The rest remained, and they began this art
   Which thou discernest, with so great delight
   That never from their circling do they cease.

The occasion of the fall was the accursed
   Presumption of that One, whom thou hast seen
   By all the burden of the world constrained.

Those whom thou here beholdest modest were
   To recognise themselves as of that goodness
   Which made them apt for so much understanding;
On which account their vision was exalted
   By the enlightening grace and their own merit,
   So that they have a full and steadfast will.

I would not have thee doubt, but certain be,
   'Tis meritorious to receive this grace,
   According as the affection opens to it.

Now round about in this consistory
   Much mayst thou contemplate, if these my words
   Be gathered up, without all further aid.

But since upon the earth, throughout your schools,
   They teach that such is the angelic nature
   That it doth hear, and recollect, and will,

More will I say, that thou mayst see unmixed
   The truth that is confounded there below,
   Equivocating in such like prelections.

These substances, since in God's countenance
   They jocund were, turned not away their sight
   From that wherefrom not anything is hidden;

Hence they have not their vision intercepted
   By object new, and hence they do not need
   To recollect, through interrupted thought.

So that below, not sleeping, people dream,
   Believing they speak truth, and not believing;
   And in the last is greater sin and shame.

Below you do not journey by one path
   Philosophising; so transporteth you
   Love of appearance and the thought thereof.

And even this above here is endured
   With less disdain, than when is set aside
   The Holy Writ, or when it is distorted.

They think not there how much of blood it costs
   To sow it in the world, and how he pleases
   Who in humility keeps close to it.

Each striveth for appearance, and doth make
   His own inventions; and these treated are
   By preachers, and the Evangel holds its peace.

One sayeth that the moon did backward turn,
   In the Passion of Christ, and interpose herself
   So that the sunlight reached not down below;

And lies; for of its own accord the light
   Hid itself; whence to Spaniards and to Indians,
   As to the Jews, did such eclipse respond.

Florence has not so many Lapi and Bindi
   As fables such as these, that every year
   Are shouted from the pulpit back and forth,

In such wise that the lambs, who do not know,
   Come back from pasture fed upon the wind,
   And not to see the harm doth not excuse them.

Christ did not to his first disciples say,
   'Go forth, and to the world preach idle tales,
   But unto them a true foundation gave;

And this so loudly sounded from their lips,
   That, in the warfare to enkindle Faith,
   They made of the Evangel shields and lances.

Now men go forth with jests and drolleries
   To preach, and if but well the people laugh,
   The hood puffs out, and nothing more is asked.

But in the cowl there nestles such a bird,
   That, if the common people were to see it,
   They would perceive what pardons they confide in,

For which so great on earth has grown the folly,
   That, without proof of any testimony,
   To each indulgence they would flock together.

By this Saint Anthony his pig doth fatten,
   And many others, who are worse than pigs,
   Paying in money without mark of coinage.

But since we have digressed abundantly,
   Turn back thine eyes forthwith to the right path,
   So that the way be shortened with the time.

This nature doth so multiply itself
   In numbers, that there never yet was speech
   Nor mortal fancy that can go so far.

And if thou notest that which is revealed
   By Daniel, thou wilt see that in his thousands
   Number determinate is kept concealed.

The primal light, that all irradiates it,
   By modes as many is received therein,
   As are the splendours wherewith it is mated.

Hence, inasmuch as on the act conceptive
   The affection followeth, of love the sweetness
   Therein diversely fervid is or tepid.

The height behold now and the amplitude
   Of the eternal power, since it hath made
   Itself so many mirrors, where 'tis broken,

One in itself remaining as before."