He remembers impulses bridled, the joy he sacrificed. Every chance he lost now mocks his senseless caution.
Guard, O my soul, against pomp and glory. And if you cannot curb your ambitions, at least pursue them hesitantly, cautiously. And the higher you go, the more searching and careful you need to be.
Try to keep them, poet, those erotic visions of yours, however few of them there are that can be stilled. Put them, half-hidden, in your lines.
Things impolitic and dangerous: praise for Greek ideals, supernatural magic, visits to pagan temples. Enthusiasm for the ancient gods
When setting out upon your way to Ithaca, wish always that your course be long, full of adventure, full of lore.
He wasn't completely wrong, poor old Gemistus (let Lord Andronicus and the patriarch suspect him if they like),in wanting us, telling us to become pagan once again.
Body, remember not only how much you were loved, not only the beds you lay on, but also those desires glowing openly in eyes that looked at you, trembling for you in voices.