The Divine Comedy

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Beatrice's discourse of the creation of the angels, and of the fall of lucifer. her reproof of foolish and avaricious preachers.

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."

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