• Beatrice. ↩
  • Because your mortal ear could not endure the sound of our singing, as your mortal eye could not the splendor of Beatrice’s smile. ↩
  • As in Canto XII 3:⁠— “Began the holy millstone to revolve.” ↩
  • As in Canto XIV 40:⁠— “Its brightness is proportioned to its ardor, The ardor to the vision; and the vision Equals what grace it has above its worth.” ↩
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