The Divine Comedy - Paradise: Canto XI Christianity - Books
I tell you, my friends, don't be afraid of those who kill the body, and after that have no more that they can do.                But I will warn you whom you should fear. Fear him, who after he has killed, has power to cast into Gehenna. Yes, I tell you, fear him.                Aren't five sparrows sold for two assaria coins? Not one of them is forgotten by God.                But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Therefore don't be afraid. You are of more value than many sparrows.                I tell you, everyone who confesses me before men, him will the Son of Man also confess before the angels of God;                but he who denies me in the presence of men will be denied in the presence of the angels of God.               
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Paradise: Canto XI

Contents: "The Divine Comedy"

Fourth Heaven: Sphere of the Sun - The Vanity of worldly desires - St. Thomas Aquinas undertakes to solve two doubts perplexing Dante - He narrates the life of St. Francis of Assisi

O fond anxiety of mortal men!

How vain and inconclusive arguments

Are those, which make thee beat thy wings below

For statues one, and one for aphorisms

Was hunting; this the priesthood follow'd, that

By force or sophistry aspir'd to rule;

To rob another, and another sought

By civil business wealth; one moiling lay

Tangled in net of sensual delight,

And one to witless indolence resign'd;

What time from all these empty things escap'd,

With Beatrice, I thus gloriously

Was rais'd aloft, and made the guest of heav'n.

They of the circle to that point, each one.

Where erst it was, had turn'd; and steady glow'd,

As candle in his socket. Then within

The lustre, that erewhile bespake me, smiling

With merer gladness, heard I thus begin:

"E'en as his beam illumes me, so I look

Into the eternal light, and clearly mark

Thy thoughts, from whence they rise. Thou art in doubt,

And wouldst, that I should bolt my words afresh

In such plain open phrase, as may be smooth

To thy perception, where I told thee late

That 'well they thrive;' and that 'no second such

Hath risen,' which no small distinction needs.

"The providence, that governeth the world,

In depth of counsel by created ken

Unfathomable, to the end that she,

Who with loud cries was 'spous'd in precious blood,

Might keep her footing towards her well-belov'd,

Safe in herself and constant unto him,

Hath two ordain'd, who should on either hand

In chief escort her: one seraphic all

In fervency; for wisdom upon earth,

The other splendour of cherubic light.

I but of one will tell: he tells of both,

Who one commendeth which of them so'er

Be taken: for their deeds were to one end.

"Between Tupino, and the wave, that falls

From blest Ubaldo's chosen hill, there hangs

Rich slope of mountain high, whence heat and cold

Are wafted through Perugia's eastern gate:

And Norcera with Gualdo, in its rear

Mourn for their heavy yoke. Upon that side,

Where it doth break its steepness most, arose

A sun upon the world, as duly this

From Ganges doth: therefore let none, who speak

Of that place, say Ascesi; for its name

Were lamely so deliver'd; but the East,

To call things rightly, be it henceforth styl'd.

He was not yet much distant from his rising,

When his good influence 'gan to bless the earth.

A dame to whom none openeth pleasure's gate

More than to death, was, 'gainst his father's will,

His stripling choice: and he did make her his,

Before the Spiritual court, by nuptial bonds,

And in his father's sight: from day to day,

Then lov'd her more devoutly. She, bereav'd

Of her first husband, slighted and obscure,

Thousand and hundred years and more, remain'd

Without a single suitor, till he came.

Nor aught avail'd, that, with Amyclas, she

Was found unmov'd at rumour of his voice,

Who shook the world: nor aught her constant boldness

Whereby with Christ she mounted on the cross,

When Mary stay'd beneath. But not to deal

Thus closely with thee longer, take at large

The rovers' titles—Poverty and Francis.

Their concord and glad looks, wonder and love,

And sweet regard gave birth to holy thoughts,

So much, that venerable Bernard first

Did bare his feet, and, in pursuit of peace

So heavenly, ran, yet deem'd his footing slow.

O hidden riches! O prolific good!

Egidius bares him next, and next Sylvester,

And follow both the bridegroom; so the bride

Can please them. Thenceforth goes he on his way,

The father and the master, with his spouse,

And with that family, whom now the cord

Girt humbly: nor did abjectness of heart

Weigh down his eyelids, for that he was son

Of Pietro Bernardone, and by men

In wond'rous sort despis'd. But royally

His hard intention he to Innocent

Set forth, and from him first receiv'd the seal

On his religion. Then, when numerous flock'd

The tribe of lowly ones, that trac'd HIS steps,

Whose marvellous life deservedly were sung

In heights empyreal, through Honorius' hand

A second crown, to deck their Guardian's virtues,

Was by the eternal Spirit inwreath'd: and when

He had, through thirst of martyrdom, stood up

In the proud Soldan's presence, and there preach'd

Christ and his followers; but found the race

Unripen'd for conversion: back once more

He hasted (not to intermit his toil),

And reap'd Ausonian lands. On the hard rock,

'Twixt Arno and the Tyber, he from Christ

Took the last Signet, which his limbs two years

Did carry. Then the season come, that he,

Who to such good had destin'd him, was pleas'd

T' advance him to the meed, which he had earn'd

By his self-humbling, to his brotherhood,

As their just heritage, he gave in charge

His dearest lady, and enjoin'd their love

And faith to her: and, from her bosom, will'd

His goodly spirit should move forth, returning

To its appointed kingdom, nor would have

His body laid upon another bier.

"Think now of one, who were a fit colleague,

To keep the bark of Peter in deep sea

Helm'd to right point; and such our Patriarch was.

Therefore who follow him, as he enjoins,

Thou mayst be certain, take good lading in.

But hunger of new viands tempts his flock,

So that they needs into strange pastures wide

Must spread them: and the more remote from him

The stragglers wander, so much mole they come

Home to the sheep-fold, destitute of milk.

There are of them, in truth, who fear their harm,

And to the shepherd cleave; but these so few,

A little stuff may furnish out their cloaks.

"Now, if my words be clear, if thou have ta'en

Good heed, if that, which I have told, recall

To mind, thy wish may be in part fulfill'd:

For thou wilt see the point from whence they split,

Nor miss of the reproof, which that implies,

'That well they thrive not sworn with vanity."'

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