What then follows of this Song is sufficiently explained by the other exposition.
And thus at the end of this Second Treatise, I say and affirm that the Lady with whom I became enamoured after the first Love was the most beautiful and most excellent daughter of the Ruler of the Universe, to which daughter Pythagoras gave the name of Philosophy.

And here ends the Second Treatise, which is brought in for the first dish at my Banquet.
* * * * * The Third Treatise.
Love, reasoning of my Lady in my mind With constant pleasure, oft of her will say Things over which the intellect may stray; His words make music of so sweet a kind That the Soul hears and feels, and cries, Ah, me, That I want power to tell what thus I see! If I would tell of her what thus I hear, First, all that Reason cannot make its own I needs must leave; and of what may be known Leave part, for want of words to make it clear.
If my Song fail, blame wit and words, whose force Fails to tell all I hear in Love's discourse.
The Sun sees not in travel round the earth, Till it reach her abode, so fair a thing As she of whom Love causes me to sing.
All minds of Heaven wonder at her worth; Mortals, enamoured, find her in their thought When Love his peace into their minds has brought.
Her Maker saw that she was good, and poured, Beyond our Nature, fulness of His Power On her pure soul, whence shone this holy dower Through all her frame, with beauty so adored That from the eyes she touches heralds fly Heartward with longings, heavenward with a sigh.
On her fair frame Virtue Divine descends As on the angel that beholds His face.
Fair one who doubt, go with her, mark the grace In all her acts.

Downward from Heaven bends An angel when the speaks, who can attest A power in her by none of us possessed.
The graceful acts that she shows forth to all Rival in calls to love that love must hear; Fair in all like her, fairest she'll appear Who is most like her.

We, content to call Her face a Miracle, have Faith made sure: For that, He made her ever to endure.
Her aspect shows delights of Paradise, Seen in her eyes and in her smiling face; Love brought them there as to his dwelling-place.
They dazzle reason, as the Sun the eyes; And since I cannot fix on them my gaze Words must suffice that little speak their praise.
Rain from her beauty little flames of fire, Made living with a spirit to create Good thoughts, and crush the vices that innate Make others vile.

Fair one, who may desire Escape from blame as one not calm or meek, From her, who is God's thought, thy teaching seek.
My Song, it seems you speak this to oppose The saying of a sister Song of mine: This lowly Lady whom you call divine, Your sister called disdainful and morose.
Though Heaven, you know, is ever bright and pure, Eyes may have cause to find a star obscure.
So when your sister called this Lady proud She judged not truly, by what seemed; but fear Possessed her soul; and still, when I come near Her glance, there's dread.