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So wills my fate; But blazing every hour From their meridian they burn the afflicted heart. [A] Quando il sen d'oriente il giorno sgombra. Cic. This tablet expresses with greater truth than perspicacity the sense of the figure. Tans. . It is not necessary for me to make any effort to point out to you the appropriateness, as it only requires a little attentive consideration. The rays of the sun are the ways in which the divine beauty and goodness manifest themselves to us; and they are fiery because they cannot be comprehended by the intellect without at the same time kindling the affections. The two arches of the sun are the two kinds of revelation, that scholastic theologians call early and late, whence our illuminating intelligence, as an airy medium, deduces that species, either in virtue, which it contemplates in itself, or in efficacy, which it beholds in its effects. The horizon of the soul, in this place, is that part of the superior potentialities where the vigorous impulse of the affection comes to aid the lively comprehension of the intellect, being signified by the heart, which, burning at all hours, torments itself; because all those fruits of love that we can gather in this state are not so sweet that they have not united with them a certain affliction, which proceeds from the fear of imperfect fruition: as especially occurs in the fruits of natural affection, the condition of which I cannot do better than explain in the words of the Epicurean poet: Ex hominis vera facie, pulchroque colore Nil datur in corpus præter simulacra fruendum Tenuia, quæ vento spes captat sæpe misella. Ut bibere in somnis sitiens cum quærit, et humor Non datur, ardorem in membris qui stinguere possit, Sed laticum simulacra petit, frustraque laborat, In medioque sitit torrenti flumine potans: Sic in amore Venus simulacris ludit amantis, Nec satiare queunt spectando corpora coram, Nec manibus quicquam teneris abradere membris Possunt, errantes incerti corpore toto. Denique cum membris conlatis flore fruuntur Ætatis, dum jam præsagit gaudia corpus, Atque in eo est Venus, ut muliebria conserat arva, Adfigunt avide corpus, iunguntque salivas Oris, et inspirant pressantes dentibus ora, Necquiquam, quoniam nihil inde abradere possunt, Nec penetrare, et abire in corpus corpore toto. In the same way, he judges as to the kind of taste that we can have of divine things, which, while we force ourselves to penetrate, and unite with them, we find that we have more pain in the desire than pleasure in the realization. And this may have been the reason why that wise Hebrew said that he who increases knowledge increases pain; because from, the greater comprehension grows the greater desire. And this is followed by greater vexation and grief for the deprivation of the thing desired. So the Epicurean, who led a most tranquil life, said opportunely: Sed fugitare decet simulacra, et pabula amoris Abstergere sibi, atque alio convertere mentem, Nec servare sibi curam certumque dolorem: Ulcus enim virescit, et inveterascit alendo, Inque dies gliscit furor, atque ærumna gravescit.