All of my thoughts can only speak of Love,
greatly endowed with such variety
that one compels me all his might to see,
madly another does his valor prove,
another makes me hope as well as grieve,
and still another brings but tears to me:
on begging but for pity they agree,
such are the fears that in my heart still live.
Thus, with no subject wherefrom to commence,
I wish to speak, and know not what to say,
in such a lovely labyrinth am I!
And if for peaceful living now I sigh,
invoke I must my only foe today—
my Lady Mercy in my sole defense

- Dante